Lara sat on the edge of the bathtub, staring at the three plastic sticks lined up on the sink like tiny judges.
Two pink lines on every single one.
She wasn’t crying. Not yet. The tears were there, waiting behind her eyes, but right now she just felt… heavy. Like someone had handed her the entire world and told her to carry it in her belly.
Temi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with that steady nurse look that said I’ve seen worse, but this is still wild.
“You okay?” Temi asked softly.
Lara let out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sob. “I don’t know. I think I’m happy. And terrified. And… hungry again? Is that normal?”
“Very normal,” Temi said. She stepped inside, crouched down in front of Lara, and took both her hands. “You’re growing a whole human. Or…
