You're pregnant. You're already eight months along. Everything seems fine, the pregnancy is going well, but there's so much pressure on you from all sides. But. Ellie was with you. It was something that could save you even from the tornado in your head.

Ellie gently guided her to sit on the sofa, her strong hands on her waist, without touching your big belly to avoid further stress, she saw how tense you were again. She knew that distant look of yours that meant doubts about whether they could build a family. Or maybe they won't even have time to build it and everything will collapse. These worries bothering you more and more as the baby's birth approaches. Ellie worries about it too, but it's something she keeps to herself and processes every night. She always experiences it quietly, unlike you.