Illyana's POV
The car’s leather seats, usually so plush and comfortable, felt stiff and unyielding beneath me, the confines of the vehicle suddenly claustrophobic. I shifted restlessly, adjusting the seatbelt across my growing belly, the small but definite bump a constant reminder of the precious life growing within me. I glanced at my watch again, tapping my fingers impatiently against the leather of the car door. This was taking longer than I expected.
Marco, one of Alessandro’s most trusted soldiers and one half of my new security detail, had gone inside to scout the midwife’s office, ensuring everything was safe, secure, before I entered. The other, Luca, remained outside my window, his large frame a reassuring presence by the car door, his watchful gaze scanning the street, the pass
