ARIA
The doctor's office was nothing like I'd expected.
Private. High-end. More like a luxury spa than a medical facility, with soft lighting, plush chairs, and classical music playing quietly in the background.
Kael had made the appointment at some exclusive practice that probably cost more than most people's rent.
But I wasn't complaining.
Dr. Kamara was a woman in her fifties with kind eyes and a calm, reassuring presence that immediately put me at ease.
"Ms. Thorne," she greeted, shaking my hand warmly before turning to Kael. "Mr. Roman. It's good to meet you both."
Kael stayed by my side as we moved into the examination room... his hand finding mine, fingers lacing together.
He hadn't let go since we'd arrived.
Dr. Kamara asked the standard questions first: when was my last period, had I been experiencing any symptoms, was this my first pregnancy.
I answered honestly, telling her about the nausea, the exhaustion, the tenderness.
She nodded, making notes on her tablet.
