She takes some selfies

The steam still clung to the mirror like a veil.

Emily reached for the towel on the rack and wiped it down—top to bottom, side to side—until the glass was clear. No distortions. No blurring. Just her, raw and wet and flushed from the shower.

She stepped back, adjusted her stance.

The light above cast soft shadows beneath the roundness of her breasts, over the gentle rise of her belly, along the curve of her hips and thighs. Water dripped in slow trails, catching the light as it moved.

She turned slightly. Then again. A full view from every angle.

No baby monitor. No crying. No Jason. No bras. No pressure.

Just her.

She left the mirror briefly, stepped barefoot into the bedroom, and returned with her phone.

Closed the door behind her.

Raised the phone halfway.

Front camera on.

She looked into it—not smiling, not faking surprise or smirking seduction—just looking. Framing.

Click.

She turned one hip toward the mirror, crossed one leg in front of the other, angled her shoulder just slightly. The camera caught the way her breasts shifted with the pose, heavy and natural.

Click.

Another shot—head tilted, lips slightly parted, hair still damp, strands clinging to her chest and collarbones.

Click.

Her nipples were stiff, her skin still tingling from the heat of the shower. She didn’t shy away from it. Didn’t cover anything.

Click.

She shifted once more, full body in frame this time—one hand resting on the sink, her back arched just enough to feel the strain in her thighs.

Click.

She looked at herself in the reflection, then angled the phone again. One close-up, just her face—eyes soft, mouth open, expression somewhere between tired and hungry.

Click.

Then silence again.

Emily lowered the phone.

Scrolled slowly.

None of the pictures were edited. None curated. Just her, wet and flushed and undeniably there.

She didn't send them.

Didn't delete them either.

Just stared.

And wondered—for a long, quiet moment—what Will would think if he saw her right now.

Or more honestly... what she thought.

The mirror showed no signs of fog now.

Only her.