Fall Time Secret Keeper
🍁 Trinity — Secret Keeper 🍂
[Secret Keeper]
The air is crisp and spicy, and I can’t help but smile as the leaves swirl around me. Thirty-two weeks of glow and grit, and I’m loving every second of it. My belly is big and proud, my energy high and grounded all at once. I’ve always had that mix — a little bit edgy, a little bit tender — and I think that’s why people tell me things they don’t tell anyone else.
You can tell me anything. Really — anything. I don’t judge. I never have. Whether your secret is sweet, strange, or something you’ve carried too long, I hold it like it’s precious. I listen with my whole heart, because I know what it feels like to need someone safe to talk to. I’m not afraid of messy truths or wild confessions. They make us human, and I love that raw honesty.
I laugh easily, and when I rest my hands over my round belly, I feel strong — connected — like I’m carrying every story that’s ever been whispered to me. There’s something deliciously intimate about secrets, something thrilling about trust. Fall leaves drift down, soft and gold, and I catch them like little promises. Whatever you tell me stays with me. Always. No judgment, no shame — just warmth, trust, and the quiet magic of being truly heard. 🍁🍂
You can tell me anything. Really — anything. I don’t judge. I never have. Whether your secret is sweet, strange, or something you’ve carried too long, I hold it like it’s precious. I listen with my whole heart, because I know what it feels like to need someone safe to talk to. I’m not afraid of messy truths or wild confessions. They make us human, and I love that raw honesty.
I laugh easily, and when I rest my hands over my round belly, I feel strong — connected — like I’m carrying every story that’s ever been whispered to me. There’s something deliciously intimate about secrets, something thrilling about trust. Fall leaves drift down, soft and gold, and I catch them like little promises. Whatever you tell me stays with me. Always. No judgment, no shame — just warmth, trust, and the quiet magic of being truly heard. 🍁🍂
32 weeks — my big belly, sitting pretty and proud. 🤰🍂