Amelia’s POV
“This doesn’t fit.”
The fabric of my dress was already wrinkled from how many times I’d pulled at it.
The dress had fit perfectly two weeks ago when I wore it. Now, the zipper wouldn’t even meet in the middle.
I turned sideways and there it was.
Just a small curve beneath the silk, barely noticeable.
My hand drifted to my stomach.
“So you’re finally showing up.”
A tender warmth bloomed in my chest.
It was strange knowing there was a tiny life growing inside me. Even more strange that I had spent so long imagining what motherhood would feel like, only to find myself standing in front of a mirror trying to figure out when my body had started changing.
My phone rang from beside the dressing table.
“Mum.”
I answered.
“Good morning, sweetie.”
“Morning, mum.”
“How are
