“I don’t mean to worry you, Dr. and Miss Monroe,” the doctor spoke with a neutral tone that paused no alarm. “There is a high risk of losing the child if you don’t manage the stress.”

God forbid! No weapon formed against me and my child was going to prosper. My child was fine. My child would survive and be born alive and healthy.

I closed my eyes and started murmuring prayers in objection to the doctor's words. I cursed him and everyone who thought my baby wasn’t going to survive.

Aldrich’s arms were around my shoulders, trying to calm the fears building within me. I took in a deep...