#vane grace

He let his hand slid down her neck, over her sternum, before letting it rest on her stomach. “Life never stops giving little miracles.” He pushed himself down to bring his face even with her stomach. “My love, you are a god!” he cheered, his mind finding the soft words of his aunt as she cooed over the protruding belly of her neighbor, “Let there be light, and intelligence blossomed in the womb.”