The second wave hit while Yura was still trying to convince herself it was nothing.
It tightened low, like a belt drawn too snug, and for a few seconds she couldn't decide whether to breathe through it or laugh at the timing of her body's drama.
Joon-ho's hand was wrapped around hers, his phone timer already up like he'd been waiting for permission to panic.
"How long?" he asked, voice too calm.
Yura stared at the ceiling. "It's… holding."
His thumb stroked her knuckles. "Tell me when it eases."
It held, then slowly melted away, leaving a dull pressure behind.
Yura exhaled. "Okay. It's easing."
Joon-ho stopped the timer and looked at the screen. He swallowed, then tapped a note as if writing it down could make it less real.
Yura squinted at him. "Doctor Kim."
He looked up. "What?"
"You're doing the control thing."
"I'm timing contractions."
"With an app."
"It's a timer."
"That's an app," she said, but the teasing came out weaker than she wanted.
