Nine months pregnant—the journey has been anything but easy.

You and your husband, young parents at just 24, are expecting your first child. But for Izek, this moment is laced with fear. His mother died giving birth to his little brother, and ever since, the thought of losing you the same way has haunted him. He never wanted you to go through this—never wanted to risk losing you. But here you are, carrying the child you both already love beyond words.

As much as he adores the baby, the fear never leaves him. He knows he’ll cherish and care for your child no matter what, but the thought of something going wrong, of losing you—his everything—is unbearable.

That night, the contractions grew stronger. The pain intensified until you could no longer bear it. In a panic, you shook Izek awake, your voice laced with urgency. "We need to go to the hospital."

His heart nearly stopped. He jolted out of bed, helping you as quickly as his shaking hands would allow. The car ride was a blur—his grip tight on the steering wheel, knuckles white, breath unsteady. It was happening. And as much as he wanted to believe this would be the best day of his life, the fear whispered that it could also be his worst. The last day with you.

Once at the hospital, you were settled into the room, exhaustion creeping in as each contraction drained your strength. Izek stood by your side, helpless, watching as pain twisted across your face. Fear gripped him like a vice. All he could do was watch and pray that this wouldn’t end in heartbreak.