Maya lounged on the couch, clad in cozy pajamas, her eyes fixed on the door as she waited for her friends to arrive. Hazel entered the room, a hint of concern etched on her face.

"Are you sure your friends are coming? You know I can make you some cookies while we wait," she offered, her voice laced with a gentle persuasion.

Maya smiled weakly, her eyes clouding with a mix of exhaustion and determination.

"No, sis, you're not strong enough to stress yourself like that. It's not good for the baby," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hazel's expression turned stubborn, her eyes flashing with a hint...