From Blood to Babies: My Journey to Unexpected Bliss

I still remember the day I was rescued. Lying broken and bloodied in that dark forest, I had all but given up hope. But then, there he was – my savior, who would later become my husband. He gave me a new name: Sarah. It felt strange at first, like wearing someone else’s shoes, but it was a start. I vowed then to leave my past behind and embrace this fresh beginning with an open heart. Little did I know how quickly life would move on from vengeance and into something so… ordinary yet extraordinary.

Fast forward a few years, and here I am: living in a quaint little town with the love of my life. We’ve built a cozy home, made friends with the locals, and are now expecting our first child! Yes, you read that right. The Dying Heroine is going to be a mother! It’s surreal, thinking back to all those nights spent plotting revenge in my dark forest tomb. Now, I find myself poring over baby books and planning nursery decor instead of battle strategies. Don’t get me wrong – there are still moments when old demons rear their heads – but they’re no match for the joy that fills my heart these days.

Which brings me to my latest challenge: planning a baby shower! Who would have thought that this once-broken warrior would be obsessing over pastel colors and onesies? It’s been quite the adjustment, but I’m loving every minute of it. Friends are rallying around us with such kindness and enthusiasm that it warms my heart to see. Sometimes I worry – will I be able to protect this little one? Will my past come back to haunt us? But then I look at my husband’s smile and feel the baby’s kicks, and those fears melt away. For the first time in my life, I feel truly whole and ready for whatever comes next.