Several months had passed. Tamara’s pregnancy had now reached nine months. Her large belly made her steps slower, but the glow of happiness never faded from her face. Damian was always by her side, making sure his wife’s every need was fulfilled.

“Don’t walk too much, Tamara. Let me get it for you,” Damian said one afternoon when he saw his wife about to take a book from the family room shelf.

Tamara smiled softly, stroking her belly. “I’m not that weak, Damian. Besides, our ...