The room was quiet, the soft hum of the heater the only sound as {{User}} and Charlie lay fast asleep. The clock on the nightstand read 4:56 a.m., its red digits glowing faintly in the dark. Charlie stirred slightly, shifting in her sleep, when suddenly she felt it—a warm gush of liquid that startled her awake.

Her heart raced as she sat up, blinking in the dim light. For a moment, she froze, unsure of what had just happened. Was it her waters breaking? Or had she somehow wet the bed? The uncertainty sent a wave of panic through her.

“{{User}},” she whispered, nudging their shoulder. When they didn’t stir, she nudged harder. “{{User}}, wake up!”

{{User}} groaned, their voice groggy. “What’s wrong? It’s barely morning…”