MasukSerena’s POV I can't remember the last time I saw my own feet.That thought drifts through my mind as I stand in the doorway of what used to be our spare room, one hand braced against the frame, the other resting on the impossibly hard curve of my belly. The baby, our baby girl is pressing up against my ribs again, a familiar ache that I've grown almost fond of. Almost. I shift my weight and feel a dull twinge in my lower back, the kind that's become my constant companion these past few weeks. The nursery is coming together. Roman is on his knees in the center of the room, a screwdriver in one hand and a piece of instructions crumpled in the other. He's muttering to himself, the way he always does when he's trying to assemble something, and there's a smudge of dust on his cheek that I want to wipe away. The crib is mostly done, a beautiful white wooden frame with delicate carvings along the headboard, the mattress already in place and covered with a soft floral sheet. The changing
Serena’s POV I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, my hands resting on the curve of my belly. The white dress I had chosen hung loose around my body, but even then, I could see how much I had changed. My face was rounder now. My cheeks had filled out, and my nose looked wider than before. My eyes, once bright and sharp, seemed tired even after a full night’s sleep. I turned my head to the side and frowned. The woman staring back at me was almost a stranger. “Hey,” Roman’s voice came from behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist, his hands settling on top of mine over my belly. “You ready for today?” I didn’t answer right away. I just kept looking at my reflection. “I don’t recognize myself, Roman.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “I do. You look beautiful, Serena. I wanted to believe him. He had been telling me the same thing for weeks now. Every morning when I complained about my swollen feet, every night when I groaned about my aching back. He always sai
Serena’s POV I shifted my weight, leaning back against the plush velvet sofa, and let out a long, slow breath. I looked down at the curve of my stomach, which now dominated my view whenever I looked down. I rested my palms on the warm, stretched skin of my bump, feeling the heavy, solid weight of the little life growing inside me.For a moment, I just sat there in the silence of the living room, letting the feeling sink in. I was actually doing this. I was surviving.My mind drifted back to those first few months, the dark, grueling days of the first trimester. I closed my eyes, and I could almost smell it again: that metallic, sour scent that seemed to cling to everything and make my stomach flip. I remembered the mornings when I wouldn't even make it to the bathroom before I was retching, my throat burning, my body shaking with exhaustion. There were days when I felt like a ghost in my own home, pale and trembling, wondering if my body would ever stop fighting against the pregnancy
Roman’s POV I sat on the edge of our bed, watching Serena as she stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom. Her hand rested gently on her belly, fingers spreading out over the soft fabric of her loose maternity dress. The dress was light blue, one of the new ones we'd bought last week when her old clothes started feeling too tight. She turned sideways, a small smile tugging at her lips as she examined her reflection. "Look at that," she said softly, her voice full of wonder. "It's really starting to show." I stood up and walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. My hands joined hers on her belly, feeling the slight curve that hadn't been there a few weeks ago. It was just a gentle swell now, but to us, it felt like the biggest change in the world. "Yeah," I whispered into her ear, kissing her neck lightly. "Our little one is making themselves known." Serena leaned back against me, her head resting on my shoulder. These moments were my favori
Serena’s POV The moment I found out I was pregnant, everything in my body seemed to change all at once. Right after that, the symptoms hit me hard. It was like my body knew and decided to make it real. Morning sickness started that same day. I felt nauseous all the time, but worst in the mornings. I would wake up, and before I even got out of bed, my stomach would churn. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. It was not just once. It happened every morning. Sometimes two or three times. My vomit was mostly bile because I could not keep anything down. Eating became impossible. I barely ate anything. Food that I loved before now made me gag. The smell of it was the worst. Even the smell of toast or eggs, which Roman made for breakfast, sent me running. I hated the smell of coffee, which I used to drink every day. Chicken, my favorite, now smelled rotten to me. I tried crackers or ginger ale, things people say help, but even those turned my stomach. I lost weight fast. In one week, I dro
Roman’s POV I woke up this morning with a heavy feeling in my chest. Serena lay beside me, her face pale under the soft light filtering through the curtains. She had not been feeling well since yesterday. Her skin felt warm to the touch, like a low fire burning inside her. She curled up under the blankets, her breathing slow and uneven. I watched her for a moment, my hand gently brushing her hair back from her forehead. She did not even stir. She had come home two days ago looking completely drained. Her steps were slow as she walked in, slipping off her shoes by the door.“I’m okay,” she said when I asked, but her voice didn’t carry its usual spark. Now, in the soft morning light, she still looked weak. She hadn’t gotten out of bed at all the day before, her assistant, Mia, had to handle everything at the shop. I sat on the edge of the bed, now getting ready to leave for work, my hand resting gently on her shoulder as I asked how she was feeling. She gave me a small smile, tryin
Roman’s POV Work trips had always been simple for me. You pack your bag. You get on a plane. You sit in rooms filled with men who talk too much and listen too little. You shake hands, sign papers, and return to a hotel room that looks exactly like the last one you slept in. Same neutral colors
Serena’s POV It’s been over a month now since I came to Roman’s house. Sometimes I forget the exact number of days. I stopped counting after a while. Counting made it feel temporary, like I was just passing through. And this place doesn’t feel like that anymore. It doesn’t feel like somewhere I’m
Roman’s POV Sleep didn’t come easily that night. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, one arm tucked under my head, the other resting uselessly on the mattress. The room was dark, quiet, the kind of quiet that usually helped me shut my mind off. Tonight, it did the opposite. Every time I c
Serena’s POVThe movie started with soft background music, something slow and cinematic, but I barely noticed.The screen glowed in front of us, colors shifting, characters speaking words that floated right past me. I sat still on the couch, hands folded in my lap, shoulders slightly hunched, like







