Chapter 18: Why Now, Zeke ?
A thin layer of snow still clung to the window edges as Cassidy sat by the fireplace, wrapped in a thick blanket. Her body had changed visibly. Her belly, round and full, showed clearly beneath her loose sweater. She was already more than eight months pregnant.
The cold morning air didn’t disturb her calm. Only the birds outside and the gentle clink of the teapot broke the silence inside the quiet cottage. Then her phone buzzed on the table.
Georgia calling.
Cassidy smiled softly before answering.
"Hi, G."
"Cass! How are you feeling today?" Georgia’s voice came warmly, but with a tinge of concern.
"I’m okay," Cass replied softly. "Tired, a little sore. But the baby’s still kicking like crazy, so... I guess that’s a good sign."
"Eight months and counting," Georgia sighed. "God, you’re almost there. When are you due exactly?"
"A couple more weeks," Cass said, gently rubbing her belly. "Could be sooner. The baby’s already dropped."
"That’s good. Everything alright with the pregnancy?"
"So far, yes. The checkups are fine. No complications."