Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour. Park Hwi held up an umbrella which was titled toward

Austin sat on a long bench, waiting patiently outside the room. It had been an hour. Her mother finally walked out of the room and he stood up immediately, taking her handbag, and went to her side, helping her to walk, "What did the doctor say?" He asked. Her mother shook her head, "Nothing serious. Let's go home," They came home in a taxi and her mother went straight to her bedroom, resting. He leaned against the door frame, watching her mother silently. He wondered if it was really nothing serious. He couldn't help but worry. He stayed there for a few minutes before shuffling over to the living room. He slumped on the couch and took out a card from his pocket. He had kept it with hi