LOGINMy eyes move around the room one last time, lingering on the crib, the tiny details I had so carefully put together, and I realize that I’ll have to change it. When she comes back, this room won’t work anymore. I’ll prepare something that fits a loved little girl and I will wait however long it take
After a while, I push myself up from the couch, restless and unsettled. Sitting there isn’t helping. If anything, it’s only making the thoughts louder. Making it harder to ignore them. I need to move, so I push myself up from the couch and start heading toward my room, but I don’t make it far befo
Lilly keeps glancing at me from the corner of her eye, like she’s trying to figure out if I’m okay without actually asking. Eventually, she gives in. “You good?” she asks, her voice softer than usual. I let out a slow breath, staring out the window as the city passes by in a blur. “It’s a lot
I don’t need Aunt Harper to tell me who the baby is. I already know. “He looks just like me,” I say without thinking. Lilly leans in. “Fuck, you two are practically twins.” “Language, Lilly,” Aunt Harper smiles softly. “But you’re right, and if I’d just opened this years back, we would have kno
“Obviously,” I reply, trying and failing not to smile. “I’m the wise one, period.” She rolls her eyes and continues driving. I glance back at her. “Do you have any idea what Aunt Harper wants to talk about?” “Nope,” she says easily. “But I have pretty good idea.” “Mind sharing?” “Can’t do,”
Just as I’m about to leave, my phone buzzes in my hand. I glance down, expecting it to be Aunt Harper, but instead, Lilly’s name flashes across the screen, followed by a text message. [I’m outside.] I frown slightly, surprised because I wasn’t expecting her to come all the way here. I thought we
“This is your first appointment with us, right?” he asks.I nod, suddenly aware of how my heart has picked up. “Yes.”“Alright, then I’ll walk you through everything we’re going to do today,” he says, gesturing toward the examination table.I lie back as he explains the procedure in detail—the gel,
NoahThe hum of the car blends with Nolan’s off-key singing from the backseat, a tune I couldn’t place but one he’s singing with so much conviction I didn’t have the heart to stop him.Beside him, Nova is trying to braid her doll’s hair while instructing her brother, rather loudly, that he's singing
Sierra.It’s been a couple of days since my confrontation with Noah. Am I okay? Definitely not. I’m still fucking pissed off and, if I’m being honest, hurt.I never expected him to welcome this pregnancy with open arms, but to outright suggest I get an abortion? That broke something in me. It shatte
My phone buzzes against the dresser as I’m fastening the small clasp on my bracelet.“Are you at the hospital yet?” Mom’s voice is bright, brimming with that warm excitement that always gives her away.“Not yet,” I say, slipping my bag over my shoulder. “I’m just getting ready to leave.”I can almos







