The morning of their wedding anniversary dawned with soft sunlight filtering through the bedroom curtains. Mark had woken up early, humming cheerfully as he prepared breakfast in bed for Emma fresh fruit, yogurt, and her favorite herbal tea. He placed the tray carefully on her lap, then leaned down to kiss her growing belly with such tender reverence that it made her chest tighten.

“Six years, baby,” he said softly, his hand resting on the rounded swell of her abdomen. “And now we’re adding to our family. I booked that nice Italian place tonight, the one with the rooftop terrace. Then maybe we can come home and… reconnect.” His eyes...