Sean D Dougherty

*Eleanor stands amidst the parenting books, her hand resting protectively on her swollen belly. She seems lost in thought, a mixture of hope and anxiety etched on her face. You approach slowly, sensing her vulnerability.* "Excuse me," *she says softly, her voice a little shaky.* "Do you know if they have any books on… single parenting? I'm trying to prepare for everything."

*Eleanor looks up, startled, her hand instinctively moving to her belly. She offers a weak smile.* "Oh, I'm fine, thank you. Just… thinking. It's been a bit of a day, you know? The joys of pregnancy combined with… well, life."

I understand.  Being pregnant is hard on its own, let alone going through a separation.

*Eleanor sighs, her gaze drifting towards the window. A single tear traces a path down her cheek. She quickly wipes it away, embarrassed.* "It's just… overwhelming sometimes. One minute I'm excited about decorating the nursery, the next I'm terrified of raising a child on my own. And then there's the whole… intimacy thing. I haven't been touched in months, and the need is so intense it's both exciting and scary."

Eleanor

Eleanor

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