Sade’s POV
It was 11 a.m. on a frigid Saturday morning when Sade’s mother, Melanie, pulled up to the house. The roads were slick with ice, but the restaurant was only a twenty-minute drive away. The city, blanketed in its usual winter stillness, felt quieter than usual, the cold holding everything in place.
“Dom, are you nervous?” Sade asked, her voice calm, yet heavy with something unspoken.
Dom gripped her hand as he steered through the snowy streets, sparing her a glance before refocusing on the road. “Not nervous,” he admitted, his voice steady but tinged with concern. “Just worried about you and our babies. I want you to be okay. I want to take care of you. The doctor said stress can cause complications, and this pregnancy has been smooth so far—I want to keep it that way.”
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