Anna's POV
I traced idle patterns on my swollen belly, smiling as one of the twins responded with a forceful kick against my palm. This silent conversation had become our daily ritual, these precious moments of connection before they entered the world.
"Marcus, today can you do a video call? I want to show you my belly-the babies seem more active than ever," I asked softly, hoping to finally see his face after days of just hearing his voice.
"Not convenient right now. I'm in a meeting. Later, alright?" His voice sounded tired but still carried that warmth reserved only for me.
I swallowed my disappointment, forcing brightness into my voice.
'Sure... you go ahead with your work.
Take care of yourself." As I hung up, a sigh escaped my lips while something cold and uneasy slithered through my chest.
