By the time winter thawed, Zara’s belly had become a small, proud planet. She learned to celebrate the tiny victories: one good night's sleep, a supportive midwife, a spontaneous kick that felt like a secret handshake. The privatesociety wasn’t about secrecy so much as sanctuary — a place where worries folded into humor, where every ultrasound brought a chorus of emojis and an avalanche of practical tips.
