Francis’ POV
Six months.
Six months filled with hope, dreams, and love.
She wasn’t just pregnant she was glowing. Radiant. Blooming.
She was like a light that filled every corner of our home.
Her eyes sparkled even more, her voice grew more vibrant, and with every breath she took, I knew we were creating something new a life born out of our love.
And me?
I was probably the happiest man alive.
Tuwing gabi, kapag nasa bahay ako, sabay naming pinakikinggan ang t***k ng puso ng anak namin gamit ang fetal doppler.
That was my kind of music. Soothing. Soulful.
Ang sarap sa pandinig.
Every morning, I was her nurse.
Ako ang taga-peel ng saging, taga-blend ng mango smoothies, at taga-remind ng prenatal vitamins.
Sa bawat “good morning” ko, hindi lang siya ang kinukumusta ko pati ang ba
