Maya sat at the edge of the bed, tired but peaceful, one hand instinctively resting on her belly. She still couldn’t believe she was pregnant—not just a little pregnant, but already three months along. Every time she thought about it, her chest filled with a strange mix of shock, fear, and joy.

Elias had barely slept. He kept waking up to check on her, touching her forehead, asking her if she felt dizzy, if she felt hungry, if she wanted water, if she wanted a different pillow.

At first, it was sweet.

Now it was becoming intense.

“Elias,” Maya said softly as she watched him walk around the room again,...