Ellie’s POV
Pregnancy wasn’t as magical as I had always imagined when I was a little girl. Back then, I thought it would feel like a fairytale—me glowing and smiling all the time, walking gracefully with a perfect little bump while everyone admired me. But the truth was much messier. My body felt strange in ways I didn’t understand. Some mornings I woke up dizzy, other times I couldn’t stop crying over the smallest things. My emotions were wild—like waves that crashed and calmed whenever they pleased.
One moment I would be laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe, the next I’d be crying because I dropped my spoon, or because my shoes didn’t feel right on my feet. Poor Ethan looked helpless most of the time, like he was stuck in a storm he didn’t know how to calm. Still, he never left my side,
