In a quiet town, nestled among rolling hills, a young woman named Clara was wrapping her life around an unexpected blessing. At just four months into her pregnancy, she sat quietly in her small, cozy room, filled with remnants of a life she had planned for herself before the news of her little miracle. Her thoughts danced as she traced over her belly, the tiny bump promising a future she had never quite envisioned.

Clara smiled softy, imagining her child’s features. “You might be left with my hair,” she mused, “but you’ll have your mother’s eyes.” The tenderness of the moment washed over her, and she could feel the warmth of love swelling in her heart. She envisioned holding the soft, delicate body in her hands, vowing to be as gentle as a feather landing on a whispering breeze.

With every passing day, Clara found herself lost in dreams of the life they would share. She envisioned the early morning light streaming through the window, casting golden streaks across the sheets as she cradled the little one. “I’ll give you nothing but truth,” she whispered, promising to nurture not just the body growing inside her, but the spirit that would one day take flight. “If you’re not inside me, I’ll put my future in you,” she thought, her heart swelling with purpose.

Days turned into weeks, and Clara’s hopes grew simultaneously with her growing child. She pictured the tiny fingers that would one day wrap around her thumb, a little grip that would anchor her heart forever. “Oh, you are my one and only,” she would say, her voice filled with joy and anticipation. Clara imagined her little one's smile—a reflection of her own, with a dimple beneath the chin she had yet to kiss.

As Clara prepared for their bond, she cherished the moments spent in calm solitude, waiting. The thought of the tiny eyelids opening wide while they both began to understand this world filled her with wonder. Each night, she would lie cradling her sweet bump, feeling the gentle rise and fall, as if sharing dreams beneath the moonlight. “You can lie with me, with your tiny feet when you’re half asleep,” she promised, wanting nothing more than to keep her safe within the realm of her embrace.

But life has its whims. One fateful evening, Clara received shattering news, sweeping through her dreams like a storm. In an instant, her world turned upside down. The joyful anticipation was abruptly replaced by heart-wrenching loss. “You were just a small bump unborn, for four months then torn from life.” The empty echo of those words cut deep as she clung to the memories of what could have been.

Though the grief felt insurmountable, Clara found solace in knowing that perhaps somewhere in the world beyond, her little one was cradled in the gentle arms of the universe. “Maybe you were needed up there,” she whispered, the tears falling silently, yet the love remained. For in her heart, her child would always be her one and only, forever entwined in the fabric of her existence, a small bump that had transformed her life in ways she couldn’t have imagined. Clara knew she would carry that love with her, always.