It was Friday, and I was officially one month pregnant.

The realization settled over me like a gentle wave that morning as I stood before the expansive mirror in the new penthouse.

My hand rested lightly on my still-flat stomach, a silent promise to the life growing within.

I was going to be a mom soon-well in 8 months but you get it.

I felt... happy. Not the wild, almost manic happiness Mateo had displayed when I first told him – a reaction that had been both thrilling and slightly overwhelming – but a quiet, warm kind of happiness that settled deep in my chest, radiating outwards. The baby was...