It was clear that her worry had consumed her in my absence. When I first saw her again, there had been a wildness in her eyes, a madness born of too many sleepless nights and unanswered prayers. Now, as she lay beside me, that feral intensity had softened, replaced by something far more seductive. Her lips curved into a sly, alluring smile as she leaned closer, her fingers tracing idle patterns across my chest.
"Nathan…" she began, her tone light and teasing at first. Then, as if gathering courage, she took a deep breath and spoke again. "Nathan, I'm pregnant."
"Pregnant?" I asked, my voice steady but laced with a hint of disbelief. I needed to hear her confirm it, as though the word itself was too momentous to grasp without her affirmation.
"Yes," Aisha nodded, her expression soft yet glowing.
