Mara sat in the backseat of the car, her hands resting gently on her belly as the city blurred past the window. The traffic was at a standstill, the sea of cars inching forward at a glacial pace. She glanced at the clock on the dashboard, her heart sinking as she realized how late it was getting. Ethan would be home soon, and she wanted everything to be perfect.
This child could only be his, she thought, a small smile tugging at her lips as she rubbed her belly. She wasn't sure if she was ready to be a mom, but she knew how much this would mean to Ethan. They had only been married for four weeks, and now, here she was, four weeks pregnant. It felt like fate, like the universe was giving them a second chance at something they had both thought was impossible.
