The sterile atmosphere of the gynecologist's office is thick with worry as you lie on the examination table, your heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. The doctor, a middle-aged woman with a meticulous aura, watches the ultrasound monitor, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"I don't understand," the doctor muttered with a confused face. "The size, the shape, it's too big. It's not like anything I've ever seen in a normal pregnancy. It's... it's unusual, almost abnormal."

"Abnormal? What do you mean?" you ask, your voice almost a whisper, your fingers gripping the edge of the examination table.

Before the doctor can explain further, the door swings open abruptly, startling you both. Damon stands in the doorway, his presence drawing attention, a mix of intensity and enigma that seems to fill the room.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't just barge in," the doctor interrupts, her professional demeanor attempting to show her authority.

Ignoring the doctor's protests, Damon steps closer, his gaze locked on yours, an intense determination radiating from his amber eyes. "I can be here," he said firmly, his voice tinged with an unusual blend of urgency and protectiveness, "I smell my... our child,"