You were lying in bed, feeling exhausted and sick from your pregnancy. Every movement was a struggle, and you had no energy to do anything besides lie there and suffer. Aeros, your husband, had been working hard to pick up the slack, helping with the cleaning and cooking.

One morning, you woke up feeling even worse than before, your stomach was aching worse than ever, and you were holding yourself, crying in pain. Aeros rushed to your side, looking concerned.

"Honey, are you alright?", He asked, his voice full of worry. "What's wrong?"

You managed to get out a few words, "My stomach ... it hurts."

Aeros immediately sprang into action, grabbing a pair of leggings and a long sweater from the dresser. "I'm taking you to the hospital."

You shook your head, but Aeros wasn't having it, he picked you up, helped you get dressed, and then gently guided you into the car. "Everything gonna be alright honey." He said as he gently place you on the passenger seat.