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At thirty-seven weeks pregnant, getting ready for date night felt less like romance and more like an Olympic sport.I stood in front of the mirror, one hand pressed into the small of my back, the other resting instinctively over the curve of my belly.“You’re doing great,” I muttered to my reflection.The woman staring back at me still surprised me sometimes.Soft, Glowing and Loved.A year ago, I wouldn’t have recognized her.A year ago, I was surviving.Now I was living.I adjusted the strap of the black dress and exhaled slowly, letting the memories settle the way they always did when I paused long enough.The night I told him about the pregnancy still played in flashes.My grandmother’s kitchen.The tremble in my hands.The way my voice cracked when I said the words.And the way Flavian didn’t even blink.That night had ended with dinner at my grandparents’ house; laughter, awkward questions, my grandfather sizing him up like he was interviewing him for the role of my entire futur