Selene woke up before the sun, nerves crackling like live wires. She sat up, shook Damian’s arm, and said with forced sweetness, “Babe, get up… remember we’re going to the hospital today. I don’t want to keep the doctor waiting.”

Damian groaned, pulling the duvet over his head.

“Selene… calm down. Our appointment is by 9 a.m. It’s too early for all this. Let me rest.”

“Okay babe, I’ll be downstairs,” she said, trying to sound casual while her heartbeat sprinted a marathon. “Please try and prepare.”

9:15 a.m. — In the Car

Damian and Selene were already driving toward the hospital. Selene was… glowing. Smiling. Acting like she was...