I woke up today with excitement in my chest. It had been one month since I’d come home from the hospital, and every day I felt stronger. The morning sun reminded me of all the moments I nearly lost. Now, every new dawn felt like a gift I was determined not to waste.
I tossed the covers aside, wincing slightly at the lingering stiffness in my legs. My physical therapy sessions were going well, but certain movements still made me catch my breath. Shaking off the discomfort, I made my way carefully to the nursery, following the gentle cooing sounds that always made my heart swell.
Inside the nursery, the walls were decorated with pastel prints of whimsical animals—Kat’s touch, no doubt. She’d insisted on helping Saint finish up while I was recovering, and I loved the playful warmth it adde
