SarahLeaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed, I can't suppress the grin spreading across my face.There they are, Vincent and Nathan, each holding a different end of what's supposed to be the sides of the baby dresser. The instructions are spread out on the floor like a treasure map that neither seems able to read."Guys, you do realize that it's just a baby dresser, not a spaceship, right?" I quip, watching as their brows knit even tighter, if that's possible."Easy for you to say, Sarah," Vincent shoots back without looking up, his fingers fumbling with a tiny bolt. "This thing has more pieces than a jigsaw puzzle."Nathan, ever the optimist, chimes in with a chuckle. "We've got this under control. Right, Vincent?""Totally," Vincent says, though his voice lacks any real conviction.I saunter over, perching on the edge of the unfinished drawer that sits upside down on the carpet. "So, which one of you is going to tell me your secret talent is actually carpentry?" I tease

SarahI am sitting at the clinic, my heart pounding in my chest. I glance around at the other expectant parents, each pair holding hands or exchanging reassuring smiles.Vincent is sitting beside me as we wait for our turn. To my utter shock, he kept his promise and has been coming to all of my doctor's appointments. Maybe I can convince him to join me in one of those cringe birthing classes.I smile at the thought. Oh, how I will enjoy watching him squirm in there!Whispers filled the otherwise quiet room like a chorus of nervous birds exchanging secrets.In the corner, a woman absentmindedly stroked her swollen belly while her partner scrolled through his phone, occasionally looking up to flash her a smile."Vincent," I say, grabbing his hand, "I can't believe we're finally going to find out if we're having a boy or a girl.""Yeah," he replies. His expression is unreadable, but I can tell he is anxious too.My thoughts raced with possibilities. Will our baby have Vincent's piercing

SarahAt twenty weeks pregnant, I expected to feel like an inflatable beach ball, but there was something undeniably magical about the way my body was transforming.My belly, rounder and more prominent than ever, seems to defy gravity as it juts out in front of me. It's as if some unseen force is pulling it forward, announcing my pregnancy to the world before I can even open my mouth.I rub my belly and smile down at it fondly.I lean down, pressing my hands gently against my round belly, feeling the little kicks and movements from within. "Hey there, little one," I say with a playful grin. "What mischief are you getting up to in there today?"The baby responds with a small kick, almost as if in response to my question. I laugh, feeling a connection unlike any other. "Ah, I see you're already full of energy. Just like your dad," I tease, imagining the baby inheriting Vincent's grumpiness."But listen, kiddo," I whisper, lowering my voice conspiratorially. "We need to talk about these

Sarah When I stepped into the classroom for the first time, my nerves were on edge. The unfamiliar faces and unknown expectations made me feel like a fish out of water. Little did I know, a huge surprise was waiting for me. As my eyes scan the rows of seats, they land on a figure that causes my heart to skip a beat. "Jared?" I exclaim in disbelief and excitement. His eyes turn wide. "Sarah? Holy crap! What are you doing here?" he asks, and then his eyes trail down to my swollen belly. "And you are...um...." "Pregnant!" I squeal, making some students turn their heads toward me. Jared's eyes widen even further, his surprise evident as he takes in the news. "Wow..um...congratulations?" he sounds unsure. I can't help but laugh at his reaction. Jared must think I am insane. "Yeah. I decided that I will never leave Vincent. I love him!" I chirp. Jared blinks, clearly taken aback by my sudden declaration. "Wow, that's... unexpected," he stammers, struggling to find the right words.

Vincent "I need to see my wife," I demand.The doctor nods and motions me to follow her.As I follow the doctor, my heart races with worry. We enter the room, and I see Sarah lying in the bed, surrounded by beeping machines and wires. Her skin is pale, and her eyes are sunken. She looks frail and vulnerable, not like the bubbly and vibrant woman I know."She's in critical condition. The birth was complicated, and she lost a lot of blood. We've transfused her, but her body is struggling to recover," the doctor says.I feel a lump form in my throat as I approach Sarah's bedside. I take her hand, and it feels cold and limp. I squeeze it gently, hoping she can sense my presence."Don't leave me, I need you," I whisper, trying to hold it together.The machine beeps faster, and the nurse rushes to adjust the settings. "Her blood pressure is dropping. We need to get it under control."The doctor intervenes, "We need to take her back to surgery. There's still internal bleeding we need to add