As Raellyn entered her ninth month of pregnancy, her routine monthly checkup had arrived once again. Like every visit before, Arnav was at her side, his hand firmly clasping hers as they stepped into the familiar clinic where they had entrusted their journey to the same doctor since the beginning.
By now, Arnav had become almost obsessively prepared. He had already reserved a VVIP room in the hospital they trusted most, unwilling to take any risks. From stories his personal assistant had shared, he knew that births rarely cared about schedules, labor could arrive unannounced, shattering any carefully laid plans.
Raellyn, despite the calm façade she wore, was never entirely free from unease. Each day that edged closer to her due date carried a shadow of both excitement and fear. The thoug
