"What's wrong?" Alexander asked. His hands gently touched my stomach, a silent question in his eyes.
I clutched at my stomach, the pain intensifying. "I don't know," I managed to say.
Fear gripped me as I realized what it could be. Could I be pregnant? The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Alexander's face paled. "We need to get you to a doctor," he said, his voice urgent.
With trembling hands, I got dressed as quickly as I could. Alexander helped me, his touch gentle and reassuring. As we rushed out of the spa, my mind raced. What if it was true? What if I was going to be a mother?
The doctor's office was a blur of activity. Tests were run, questions were asked. As I waited for the results, fear and excitement warred within me.
Finally, the doctor entered the room, a ser
