“Are you sure you want to fly today?” my mother asked softly as I zipped up my suitcase. “You could stay a few extra days, just to rest.” I forced a weary smile. “I know… but I need to get back to Colin. He truly can’t manage without me,” I whispered, trying to sound stronger than I felt.

“It’s probably good for you to return to familiar surroundings,” she said. “Your father and I will handle grandma’s house until the week is over. Don’t worry.”

“I just wanted her to meet the baby,” I murmured, brushing my hand over my swelling belly 🤰✨.

“I know, sweetheart,” my mother whispered back. “But you were there for her when it mattered most.”

The airport lines dragged on endlessly. I hated flying 😣, but compared to a twelve-hour drive, this was merciful. My bladder protested with every step, making the thought of driving unbearable. Finally, I climbed aboard the plane, praying I could collapse into my seat and breathe 😴.