as I told her to stop, a small, unsettled feeling crept in.
The Uneasy Months
As my pregnancy advanced, my husband grew distant. He spent more time at work or in his study, often late into the night. When I tried to talk to him about the baby, he’d respond with one-word answers.
“I’m just tired,” he’d say.
But Loki wasn’t fooled. Every night, she’d curl up against my side, her head resting protectively near my stomach. I began to rely on her presence. Her steady breathing soothed me when
