Leah's Pov

The night was unusually still. No crickets, no city hum, just silence.

I sat by the nursery window, one hand resting over my belly, the other scribbling into my journal. Serena's name was written in loopy cursive across the top of the page, and I was describing how perfect the mobile looked, spinning gently above her crib.

Then it happened.

A slow tightening.

Then another.

And I knew.

"Alex," I whispered, nudging him gently. He stirred, groggy but instantly alert ...