~Nancy POV~
I continued my regular maternity visits, trying my best to stay composed and healthy. Every time I looked down at my growing stomach, a mix of fear and anticipation rushed through me.
How long before people began to notice? Most of the teachers and fellow interns considered me a saint, probably because they had never seen me with a man.
Of course, Maxwell knew otherwise. He had confessed his feelings for me once, but later insisted he had no romantic interest and that we should remain friends. The world truly worked in mysterious ways.
The doctor had repeatedly stressed the importance of staying happy, calm, and avoiding stress, especially given that my pregnancy was considered complicated. Each visit reinforced the same advice: protect myself and the baby, both physically
