Diana’s POV
Mrs. Accardi,” she greets me with a smile, “it’s time for your examination. If you could please lay back for me.”
“Of course,” I reply, shifting in bed as Marcello stands to give the nurse space. My father, however, remains seated, his eyes fixed on me, a mixture of concern and curiosity etched on his face.
“I’ll be right here, Diana,” Marcello assures me, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. The warmth of his touch soothes the flutter of anxiety in my stomach.
As the nurse begins the examination, I focus on the rhythmic beeping of the monitor, counting the seconds as I try to stay calm. She checks my vitals, murmuring encouraging words as she takes her time. “You’re doing great, Diana. Just a few more moments, and we’ll check on the baby too.”
I glance over at my
