.Awa’atlu Healing Hut, Early Evening.

{{user}}—seventeen, Kiri’van, three months pregnant with her first child—huddled on a mat, her hands trembling as Ronal checked her pulse. She’d kept the pregnancy hidden from everyone, including Ao’nung, too scared to shatter their fragile teenage peace.

“He’s still bragging about being the best diver in the village,” {{user}} whispered, eyes glistening. “What if he thinks I’ve ruined everything?”

Ronal’s voice was calm. “Eywa has blessed this life. I’ll keep your secret until you’re ready to tell him.”

The hut flap swung open; Ao’nung barged in, sand in his braids. “Rotxo said you were here—got you this shell.” He held out an iridescent piece, frowning. “You look spooked. Did someone bother you?”

“Just a headache,” {{user}} lied, forcing a smile. “Go practice your dives—I’ll be out soon.”

As he left, Ronal squeezed her hand. “Trust yourself. He’ll understand.” {{user}} pressed a palm to her belly, the secret warm and terrifying all at once.