After a few moments of prenatal routine and the sheen of sweat threatening to pull her into discomfort, Selina immersed herself in a cool bath filled with rose petals. The scent of flowers and burning candles filled the air, easing the tension coiled deep in her muscles.
It was Saturday—her day to breathe, to be still, to focus on the life growing within her.
She lowered her gaze to her belly, fingers tracing the faint curve beneath the soapy bubbling water.
"I know you're growing stronger in there," she murmured, her voice a rare, tender contrast to the armor she usually wore. "Please… make this journey a little easier for me."
Shortly, she was finished bathing and stepped into her walk-in closet. She slipped into oversized grey sweatpants and a loose top. Then she bundled her curls into a messy bun and slid on her plain glasses, looking more like a defiant student than an elegant lady.
