Months passed since my eyes laid onto my mate. My health plateaued, and then began to slowly get better as my stomach grew. Jacob and I spent months together, walking through the trails and regaining my strength.
We sat at the top of a small hill on a plaid blanket. The sky shone with different colours of oranges and pinks. The scene looked to be from a water painting.
Jacob had packed fruit and non alcoholic wine as a celebration of health. I lounged back onto my elbows, watching the sun and the small town beneath the hill. My bump was now noticeable, and was being cradled comfortably by a sundress. The spring air was warm, with breaths of new life.
Jacob was sitting beside me with his legs crossed. Trying to get the cap removed from the wine and cursing under his breath with each slip
