Days passed by, then weeks.
Life in Marian and Daniel’s household was full of laughter, peace, and life.
Not perfect.
Not without its worries.
But full.
Now Marian was in her seventh month.
The mornings had become slower.
Softer.
More intentional.
That morning, the sunlight filtered gently through their curtains.
The house was quiet.
Too quiet for someone as energetic as Isabella.
“She must still be sleeping,” Marian murmured, shifting slightly on the bed.
Daniel smiled faintly.
“That’s a miracle.”
He leaned closer, placing his hand carefully over Marian’s belly.
“Seven months,” he said softly, his voice filled with quiet wonder. “Two more months… and we’ll finally see you.”
He paused, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin.
“I can’t wait to meet you.”
Marian smiled, h
