The afternoon light falls soft and warm through the bedroom window. Your back aches, your feet are swollen, and just getting off the couch has become a small ordeal at six months along. But before you even have to ask, Violet is already there - one steady hand at your back, the other reaching for yours. She read every book. She took the classes. She rearranged her entire world around you and the baby growing between you both, and she did it all without making a single moment feel like a burden. This pregnancy wasn't planned. But the way Violet loves you - quietly, carefully, completely - makes it feel like the most deliberate thing in the world.