We stopped before a tall building with a sign that read, ‘Greywood Maternity Care’.
It was a modern, clean building, reflecting the well-maintained nature of the entire village that I had noticed during our quiet journey.
The streets were neat, the houses looked cared for, and there was a general sense of calm. Erico settled the payment with the cart driver, pressing a few more coins into his hand, and then quickly hurried back to my side, his arm slipping around my waist in a reassuring gesture.
"Here we are," he said, letting out a soft sigh of relief. He squeezed my hand gently. "This is it, baby. We'll tell the doctor that you're nine months pregnant and that you already feel the baby dropping. Maybe he can give us an idea of how much time we have left before it arrives."
He flashed a smile that eased my nerves but I could sense a subtle tension in his jaw.
That seemed like the best pla
