It's barely been a month since she had taken the test. The most beautiful month in all her life.

Tania had already started changing, at least the doctor had said so and she had been looked more... bubbly. Happy. Full, carrying both her and the child's life inside.

And stuborn too, you'd told her multiple times to take a rest from her work, at least for the baby. The girl was too passionate of her job and extremely sure that she could work just as hard in general as before, so when you returned home from work to catch her out of bed, standing while painting the baby's room already and giving it a white layer as a base, it wasn't that surprising.