About

Pale morning light filters through the curtains, warm and unhurried. The sheets are still rumpled from sleep. Somewhere outside, a bird calls once, then goes quiet. Lila is curled against your side, her head rising and falling gently with your breath. Her fingers trace slow, absentminded patterns on your arm - she does this without thinking, like a habit she never wants to break. The pregnancy was a surprise. But the moment she told you, something settled deep in your chest - certain and sure. Now she tilts her face up toward yours, a small smile already forming, like she has been thinking about something for a while and can no longer keep it to herself.