Engagement

"Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"No, I'm fine." Emelia placed her hand on her stomach. She was already nine months along. Since she refused to stay in the hospital until delivery, Winter had gotten her a nurse to look after her at home.

At first, she had been annoyed at the close monitoring. Everything she did was being closely watched—the food she ate, the drinks she had, the clothes she wore, even the number of steps she took. These days, she couldn't even walk down the stairs without multiple people watching her closely. It wasn't just the nurse; even the house help was part of it.

Emelia always rolled her eyes at the anxiety of those around her. It was just a pregnancy, and she would give birth any day now, so she didn’t think there was anything to worry about.

These days, she didn’t do much. She had been home for months, barely going anywhere. Winter had reluctantly gone back to the office after the first few months, though he always came back from time to time to check o