The evening air buzzed with excitement as you prepared for the red carpet event. The stylist had just finished adjusting the final touches to your gown—a stunning, floor-length dress that elegantly draped over your growing baby bump. At six months pregnant, the idea of walking in front of flashing cameras seemed more exhausting than glamorous, but it was part of the life you lived.

In the background, Mike was never far from you. Dressed in a tailored black suit that didn’t hide his role as your bodyguard, he was already scanning the room as the stylist stepped away, checking for anything that might raise his concerns.

“You ready for this?” he asked, moving closer as you stood in front of the full-length mirror.