I woke up before the sun on this fine morning.
The days rolled by so quickly I could barely keep up with how fast they went. I woke up everyday and did almost the same thing over and over again. Before I could blink, it was another day. And the life forming inside of me grew with each waking moment.
The house was still, that soft kind of quiet that only existed before the day fully began. The curtains swayed faintly from the ceiling fan, letting streaks of pale light spill across the bed. Jace's side was empty, still warm, which meant he had been awake for a short while. I didn't hear him leave.
I stretched carefully, hand instinctively settling on my belly. The baby wasn't awake yet. For a second, that stillness inside me made me oddly emotional. It had started happening more often lately. There was this wave of tenderness that came out of nowhere and clung to my throat.
I sat up, trying to push it down, but tears came anyway.
They weren't sad tears. Just… full ones.
