Four months

Sonya is showing now. The pregnancy is obvious. She's beautiful in this state—this fullness. This evidence of creation.

We had lunch with her parents yesterday. They were kind. Welcoming. They didn't judge me for what happened before, though I could see the question in their eyes.

Why did it take pregnancy for him to commit?

I don't have a good answer to that. I just know that I needed to lose something to understand its value.