"Are you cold?"
Spring was just around the corner, but Janet had spent nearly the entire harsh winter confined to her room. Time had quietly slipped away, and she hadn't even felt the bite of the season.
Wrapped in Charles's long overcoat, she sat on his lap, her heavily pregnant belly pressing gently against him. His strong jaw rested on her shoulder, one arm loosely encircling her waist, the other toying with strands of her hair.
The warmth of his chest seeped into her skin, offering silent comfort. A chilly breeze brushed across her cheek, and she instinctively leaned closer into his embrace. After a long pause, she let out a soft, wistful sigh.
"Charles… do you think our baby will be healthy?"
