The atmosphere in the calm room was illuminated by the soft glow emitting from the bedside where Vanya lay, her face a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Darren, her husband, paced anxiously around the room, his gaze constantly shifting between Vanya's tense expression and the clock on the wall that seemed to move slowly.

"Darren, I feel nervous," Vanya whispered, her voice trembling, as her hand reached out to grasp Darren's gently.

Darren looked into Vanya's eyes with affection. "I'm nervous too, darling. But we'll get through this together. You're not alone."

His focus shifted to the preparation box they had set up weeks ago. They had laughed and exchanged...