Ariana’s POV
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, warm and soft against my skin. I had spent most of the night thinking about what the doctor said last week—about how important it was to start regular checkups now that things were progressing. I’d avoided hospitals for too long, but I couldn’t anymore. I needed to start taking care of myself… of the baby.
So when the clock hit ten, I grabbed my bag and my keys. “Okay, Ariana,” I muttered to myself. “You can do this.”
The first person I thought of was Harper. Of course. She wasn’t just my best friend—she was my emotional backup, comic relief, and occasional bad influence all rolled into one. I parked in front of her house and honked twice.
The door opened a few seconds later. Harper stepped out, her hair still in rollers,
