She’s here.

Lily

The morning sunlight streamed through the frosted window, casting a warm glow across the tiled floor of the bathroom. I sank into the bathtub, letting the soothing warmth envelop me, easing the tension in my muscles. As I closed my eyes and leaned back, a gentle fluttering sensation stirred in my stomach, like tiny butterflies dancing within me. My hand instinctively went to rest on the curve of my belly, feeling the life growing inside me.

"Oh, there you are, little one," I whispered, a tender smile playing on my lips. "Are you saying good morning to mommy?"

The sensation grew stronger, tiny kicks and nudges against my palm, as if in response to my words. I chuckled softly, feeling a wave of love and wonder wash over me. Each movement was a precious reminder of the life blooming within me, a bond that transcended words.

But amidst the joy, a pang of sadness tugged at my heart. I traced the outline of my belly, my mind drifting to thoughts of the father of my child. The man whose