NICKLASUS'S POV

As those words slipped from her lips, a rush of worry washed over me, engulfing my senses.

My body tensed, and I sat up straight, my eyes fixed on her, desperately seeking answers. The urgency in my voice betrayed my anxiety as I blurted out, "What is the matter? What do you want to talk to me about? Baby, speak up. I'm listening."

Her voice, usually soft and gentle, now carried a weight of hesitation and apprehension. It pierced through the air, fueling the wildfire of ...