Christy's POV
The days had started blending together in the best possible way.
It had been a few quiet weeks since I moved in with Kendrick, and for the first time in my entire life, peace didn't feel like a luxury.
Every morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains and brushed over the soft sheets we shared. Kendrick always woke up before me, but somehow, he never left without kissing my forehead. I could always tell when he was gone as the bed got cold too quickly.
Now, at three months pregnant, I had started getting used to the strange rhythm of my body. The morning nausea was still there sometimes, but my energy was slowly coming back. I had even found something that made me feel like me again.
It started out as a small thing, just notes in my journal whenever Kendrick went to work. But somehow, my stories started gaining attention online.
