The safe house’s sterile light was dim, casting long shadows on the worn walls. Zane stood frozen outside the small room where Maya lay, the medic’s words still echoing in his mind. Early labor. Too soon.Inside, Maya lay on a narrow cot, her face pale and drawn. She was trying to stay strong, but every shallow breath betrayed the pain she was hiding.“Can I see her?” Zane asked, his voice rough, barely above a whisper.The medic hesitated, then nodded. “Keep it brief. She needs rest, not stress.”Zane pushed the door open gently, stepping inside. Maya turned her head toward him, her green eyes tired but warm.“Hey,” she said softly, her voice fragile.Zane crouched beside her, his silver eyes scanning her face. “Hey,” he replied, his hand finding hers. “You scared me.”Maya managed a faint smile. “I seem to have a knack for that.”---A Quiet MomentZane leaned closer, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. “The medic says you need to rest.”“I know,” Maya whispered, her f
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