By the dead of night, Beatrice was rushed into the top private maternity ward of the hospital, medical staff hurrying to stabilize her after the sudden abdominal pain.
The diagnosis brought a quiet sigh of relief—she'd only suffered minor fetal distress from the evening's intimacy, and the baby she carried remained strong and unharmed.
Inside the hospital room the next morning, Felix stood beside the bed, leaning in to review every medical reading and test result with the attending obstetrician as he double-checked each of Beatrice's vital signs and the baby's health metrics. Not a single detail slipped past his attention.
As she saw his uncharacteristic dedication, Beatrice's fog of fear and heartache lifted for a fleeting moment, her mind drifting back to the late-night phone call she
