❄ Camille ❄
Six months pregnant looked different from what I expected. It wasn’t glowing skin and effortless smiles. It was sore feet by lunchtime. It was a waistband that stopped agreeing with me. It was waking up at three in the morning because the baby decided my ribs were a personal enemy. Still, when I stood in the entryway of our new house with my hand on my stomach and Sebastian’s ring warm on my finger, I felt something calm settle deep in my chest.
This was real.
The house smelled like new paint that had finally faded into clean wood and fresh linen. The living room was bright, even in winter, because the windows were bigger than anything Sebastian ever would have chosen on his own. The walls were a warm neutral shade, and the couch was soft enough to swallow you.
It was a hou
