The drive to the new clinic was smooth, tucked behind tinted windows and winding through back roads that kept us far from the noise of reporters or city traffic. Zaire had hand-picked this location a discreet, high-end private facility on the outskirts of the city, where high-profile clients came for the utmost privacy and care.
I glanced out the window, my hand resting lightly on my belly. "This place looks... expensive," I muttered.
Zaire gave a low chuckle. "It is," he said simply, then glanced over at me. "But it's also safe. No press. No leaks. Just focus on the baby that's all that matters here."
The car pulled into a secluded driveway lined with trees. A security guard greeted us, verified Zaire's name, and opened the gate without question.
Inside, the clinic felt more like a lu
