Serena adjusted the loose blouse she had chosen, making sure her bump was fully hidden. She could feel her heart thumping as she and Dominic drove toward the hospital for her routine antenatal check-up.

“I’m telling you, Serena, I’m going in with you,” Dominic insisted, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

“I can handle it,” Serena said, trying to sound firm, though her stomach twisted nervously.

“As your driver, bodyguard, and emotional support… you’re not handling this alone,” he said with a small smile.

She rolled her eyes, but finally gave in. “Fine. You’ll stay in the lobby.”

Dominic hesitated for a brief moment, then nodded. “Of course.”

Inside the...