It was a quiet morning, the first rays of sunlight spilling gently through the curtains. Serena’s hand gripped Roman’s tightly, the pain and anticipation mingling with excitement.

“You’re doing amazing, Serena,” Roman murmured, his voice steady but thick with emotion. He brushed damp hair from her forehead and pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “I’ve got you… every step.”

Serena gasped, her eyes closing as another contraction hit. “I… I can’t… it’s… intense,” she breathed, trying to focus, her hand clutching his.

“You can do this. Breathe in and out,” Roman whispered fiercely, his thumb brushing over her hand. “We’re about to meet him… our little boy.”

The hours...