I used to believe that true love meant finding your perfect match and living happily ever after. Looking back now, I realize how naïve I was, but that’s the thing about love: it makes you believe in fairy tales.
“Are you sure about this?” Brian asked, his hand resting on my still-flat stomach.
We were lying in bed, basking in the glow of his proposal just hours before. The ring felt heavy on my finger, but my heart was light. The diamond caught the morning sunlight, sending tiny rainbows dancing across our bedroom walls.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered back, threading my fingers through his. “We’re going to be a family.”
