The sun rose slowly over the private island, painting the ocean in soft golds and pinks. I stood on the balcony again, a habit I couldn’t break, watching the waves roll in. My hand rested on my growing belly as the baby kicked gently a reminder that there was no turning back.
Daddy joined me a few minutes later, as he always did. He didn’t speak at first. He simply wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder, one hand covering mine over our child.
“You’ve been standing here every morning,” he said quietly. “Still searching for answers in the sea?”
I leaned back against him, feeling the solid warmth of his body.
“I’m not searching anymore,” I whispered. “I think… I’m just trying to accept what I chose.”
He turned me around gently, his gray eyes studying my
