Sofia was now seven months pregnant. She followed every instruction from her doctor and spent most of her days at home. Her movements had grown slower, more careful, but her heart was full. The house had become quieter, softer, and the presence of little Carla filled it with laughter that kept her from feeling lonely.
Adam did everything he could to balance work and family. Some days he would return home earlier than usual, bringing her favorite fruits or warm milk, pretending he was not tired even when his eyes betrayed it. He would sit beside her, one hand resting on her belly, feeling their son move. Those moments, though brief, became her peace.
