My body is exhausted, yet deep down, I'm filled with quiet delight.
As the morning sunlight filters through the balcony curtains, I watch Harleigh sleeping peacefully beside me, a soft smile tugging at my lips.
I lift my hand and gently trace the shape of her face: the curve of her cheek, the bridge of her nose, and the softness of her lips. She stirs slightly but remains asleep.
Carefully, I lower my face to her belly and place tender kisses on it, my thoughts drifting to our unborn child.
What will you look like when you're born? A girl or a boy? Will you resemble me, or will you take after your mommy? What should we name you?
Either way, it doesn't matter. All I want is for both of you to stay healthy.
"I can't wait to see you, my child," I murmur softly.
