It had been a full year. A full year without Milo.
It had officially been longer since he had died than they had ever been together. He had died just short of their one-year anniversary and now… Standing at his grave at the one year mark of his death.
It still felt unfair.
''You okay?'' Lu asked quietly, her slightly protruding stomach pushing against the thin fabric of her shirt.
They were driving back home, her behind the wheel, Andy sitting sullenly beside her. Their wet umbrellas were lying in the backseat, the rain somehow fitting for the occasion.
''I've had better days,'' Andy sighed, looking out the window and away from Lu, not wanting to make her feelings to known. Lu had enough to deal with with Jonas' arrival back in Philly.
He knew about the baby. He knew he wanted to be involved. He knew that he had a girlfriend in Rio whom he loved who wasn't just going to uproot her whole life for him.
Yearly visits and – despite Lu's protests – alimony. He had insisted.
Lu let out a slight gasp, one of her hands flying to her stomach.
It was enough to get Andy's attention. ''What?''
Lu grabbed her hand, holding it against her belly, ''you feel that?''
''She's kicking,'' Andy whispered, as if being too loud would scare the baby. She had gone through it with her own daughters, those first few kicks feeling magical.
''She?'' Lu asked, almost laughing.
''Just a hunch.''