The ultrasound report confirmed an intrauterine pregnancy, approximately six weeks along, with a visible fetal pole and primitive cardiac activity.
She was pregnant.
Six weeks.
Sienna sat in a coffee shop on the hospital's first floor, a cup of untouched hot milk sitting in front of her.
She pulled the report out of her bag and read it again.
She had lost count of how many times she had looked at it.
Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on the paper and making the printed words gleam faintly.
She reached out and gently rested a hand on her lower abdomen. Through the thick layers of her clothes, she couldn't feel a thing.
But she knew that a tiny life, the size of a peanut, was already resting in there, quietly growing.
It was the most surreal feeling.
Right now, all Sienna wanted was to share the good news with Finn.
Unfortunately, she couldn't reach him.
She had no choice but to suppress her overwhelming joy and bury it deep in her heart.
Sienna folded the report, tucked it back into her bag, and took a sip of the lukewarm milk.
The milk slid down her throat, warm and soothing.
She stood up and headed for the exit, not even realizing that she was walking far more carefully than before.
The days ticked by.
She went to work as usual—attending meetings, writing proposals, visiting community health stations.
She dealt with occasional morning sickness.
She didn't tell a soul. Not even Lily knew. But every night when she came home, she would stand in front of the mirror, lift her pajamas, and stare at her stomach.
There were no visible changes yet, but she couldn't resist looking at it again and again, as if ensuring this precious secret was kept safe.
She counted down the days, waiting for the baby's father to return.

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