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𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑯𝑺. Christiana was officially five months pregnant now, and there was no hiding it anymore. Her bump had grown, and the so-called "glow" everyone kept mentioning was now undeniably visible. It made sense when she looked at herself in the mirror—she could see it, even if it felt surreal. People couldn't help but comment on it, whether she was at work or out running errands. Some said she looked radiant, others gave her the typical sympathy smile, but it didn't change how she felt on the inside.
Mia had been her rock, staying by her side through everything. Despite starting to date Eli—who she and Christiana had met awkwardly in an ice cream shop—Mia remained just as involved in Christiana's life as she'd always been. It was the kind of friendship Christiana could rely on, especially now.
Tonight, they were at Mia's house, a place Christiana hadn't been to in almost five months. The soft hum of the TV filled the room, but it couldn't drown out the voices in Christiana's head.
"Hey, CJ," Mia mumbled, her eyes still fixed on the screen.
"Yeah, Mia?" Christiana replied, turning her head slightly from her spot on the couch.
"Remember when I asked you about Brian, after you found out you were pregnant?" Mia's voice was casual, but the mention of Brian made Christiana's stomach drop, as it always did. Her heart twisted at the thought of him.
"Yeah, why?" Christiana's voice was quieter now, reluctant to dive into a conversation about her baby's father.
Mia didn't look away from the TV. "Would you ever... reconsider telling him?"
The question hit Christiana like a punch to the gut. She turned her head fully to face Mia, but the words she'd been avoiding for months sat heavy in her chest. "Absolutely not."
"You didn't even think about it, CJ," Mia groaned dramatically, tossing her head back.
Christiana shifted uncomfortably on the couch, looking down at her hands. "Mia, I've spent almost five months thinking about this." Her voice was tight, like the words were being forced out.
