Elena’s POV
I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop open, a cup of herbal tea cooling beside me. My belly was round and heavy now, the baby kicking gently as I tried to focus on the job application in front of me. Sofia moved around the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared breakfast.
Sofia set a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of me. “Eat something, Elena. The baby needs the energy. You look like you barely slept again.”
I smiled faintly and took a bite. “I did sleep. Sort of. The baby was active most of the night. Kicking like he was training for a marathon.”
Sofia sat across from me with her own plate. “He’s strong. Just like his mother. You’ve been handling everything so well. The pregnancy. The job hunt. The healing. I’m proud of you.”
I took another bite. “Thank y
