LIORA'S POV
Sketching had always been my escape—a way to drown out the noise in my head and focus on something tangible, something beautiful. But today, even as I traced the curves of a delicate engagement ring design, my mind struggled to stay grounded. The soft scratching of my pencil against paper seemed distant, muffled by the weight pressing down on me.
I sighed and leaned back in my chair, setting the sketchpad aside. My hand instinctively found its way to my abdomen, gently tracing the rounded curve that seemed to grow more prominent by the day.
“Baby,” I murmured, rubbing the spot where a faint kick had just fluttered. “What do you think about stepping outside for some fresh air?”
As if in response, another gentle movement stirred beneath my palm, bringing a soft smile to my lips.
“Yes, that’s what I thought too,” I said, chuckling softly.