Five sessions. Bump to three months. One book.
Each one stood on its own. Together, they're how Alec arrived.
BEFORE HIM
A room full of people waiting for him. The sign by the door said here comes the son.
34 WEEKS
Two weeks later, just her. Studio light, studio dark, then fifteen minutes of autumn outside. Knitted booties held against the bump.
DAYS OLD
Home, in her pyjamas, in the light that was already there. The booties again, on his feet this time.
WEEKS OLD
One window. His face waking up, the yawn, the wide stare. He fell asleep on her about the time the light went soft.
THE BOOK
Maryam: "Awwwww wowwww it is very beautiful thank you 😚"
You don't plan a year like this. You book what you need as it comes, and the book comes at the end.
— Tony