The morning sun streamed through the apartment windows as Ethan and Camilla sat quietly in the waiting room of the doctor’s office. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, and the low murmur of other expectant mothers and their partners surrounded them. But Ethan barely noticed. His hands were clasped together, his leg bouncing with restless energy as he glanced over at Camilla.
She looked nervous but excited, her hands gently cradling her small but growing belly. He knew this was a big moment for her—for both of them. And yet, underneath the anticipation, a deep, gnawing fear twisted in his gut.
“Ethan,” Camilla whispered, reaching for his hand. “Are you okay?”
He forced a tight smile, nodding, but the truth was, he wasn’t sure. The idea of fatherhood terrified him. His own fat
