Nine months passed faster than Tamara would have thought. From the perch of her balcony, she could watch as spring ended and summer pelted the city like a fiery anvil. There were power outages and there were rumors of record heat, but from her room, Tamara didn’t experience any of it. Matterhorn Tower was run on its own power grid and it didn’t rely on the city.
She watched as everything changed around her and when autumn approached, her stomach grew and she found herself rubbing her tummy, feeling every little movement that came with the process. She found it odd that there was no point through all of this that Denton didn’t stop coming to visit her. She loved every second that she had with him and she found it hard to give him up for when he had to go work or had something he had to do.
