The baby is coming

As Stephen ascended the stairs, his footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway. He reached Anna's door, his hand hovering uncertainly before he mustered the courage to knock gently. Silence greeted his tentative gesture, causing a knot of worry to tighten in his chest. Was she alright? Was she upset?

With a deep breath, he slowly pushed the door open, revealing the serene scene before him. Anna lay peacefully on the bed, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. A sense of relief washed over Stephen as he realized she was simply lost in the realm of dreams.

A soft smile graced his lips as he observed her slumbering form. The pale moonlight filtering through the window cast a gentle glow upon her features, accentuating the delicate curves of her face. He couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, even in the tranquility of sleep.

Moving closer, Stephen's gaze traveled over her face, taking in every detail. He marveled at the graceful arch of her brows, the gentle