P.O.V. MAYA DELUCA-BISHOP
I woke up before the sun came up, something that after years of working as a fireman had become a habit. However, today was different. It was not just another ordinary day, it was my 37th birthday. The air was calm, and the house seemed wrapped in a cozy silence, broken only by the soft sound of Carina's breath beside me.
I looked at her for a moment, admiring how even in rest her beauty was stunning. His skin was illuminated by the soft light that came through the window, and his face brought an air of serenity. She was seven months pregnant, and I could see the fatigue in her face even while she slept. The night had been hard for her, our baby was active, kicking non-stop, and yet she did not complain.
I leaned softly, trying not to wake her up, and put a light kiss on her forehead. She moved a little, sighing in her sleep, but did not wake up. He smiled, feeling the warmth that that simple gesture brought to my chest, and decided to let her continue resting. It was the least I could do.
I got up from the bed carefully and left the room, closing the door quietly behind me. I walked down the hall toward Liam's room. Our 10-month-old boy was growing fast. Each day was a new discovery, for him and us. When I opened the door to his room, an automatic smile formed on my face. He was sleeping deeply, with his little body nestled under the covers. He looked so peaceful, a little angel with a bald head and a face that made me melt.
I approached the crib and watched him for a few moments, feeling a wave of gratitude flood me. Had a life that, some years ago, I couldn't even dream. A wonderful family, a wife who was my everything, and a son who filled me with joy every day. I bent down and gave a light kiss on your test, as I did with my wife before leaving the room.
Back in the hall, I stopped in front of the mirror in the lobby, watching my reflection. It was strange to think I was already reaching 40, but at the same time I felt like I was in the prime of my life.
I decided that a run at dawn would be the best way to start my day. I needed some time to reflect, to connect with myself before diving into the responsibilities of the day. Put on my running clothes, tie the shoes, and left home, leaving the warm warmth behind while the fresh morning air enveloped me.
The sun had not yet fully appeared, but the sky began to clear, tinged with soft shades of pink and orange. I started in a constant rhythm, the rhythmic sound of my steps echoing through the deserted street. As I ran, I felt my thoughts flow, following the rhythm of my heartbeat.
It was a good time to reflect on the year that passed. A lot had happened, and the changes in my life were profound. I thought about Liam, how he came into our lives and brought a new dimension of happiness. The adoption journey was full of ups and downs, but the reward was greater than any hurdle we faced. He was our little miracle, and every smile of his reminded me how it was worth it.
And then, there was Carina. She was pregnant with our second baby, and even with all the uncertainty about sex - our little stubborn who insisted on keeping the legs crossed during the ultrasound - the emotion and love we felt were indescribable. Every kick, every movement inside it was a reminder that soon our family would grow even more. The love we had for each other just seemed to grow every day, and I knew that I was exactly where I should be.
As I ran, I began to reflect on my role as a mother and wife. I always saw myself as a leader, but being a mother was a completely new struggle. It was about patience, unconditional love and, above all, being present. I learned to balance my career with home life, and although it was not easy, each challenge I met made me feel like I was becoming a better person.
I also thought a lot about the future. What did it hold for our family? What kind of mother would I be to our children when they grew up? I was eager to see who they would become, but also knew that we needed to enjoy every moment now, while they were small and the world still seemed simple.
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