"I… I didn't know for sure," she whispered, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. "Is it true? Am I really carrying a child?"
Raven nodded solemnly. "Yes. The doctor confirmed it. You're about a month along."
Tears welled in Seraphina's eyes, her emotions overwhelming her. She had been so afraid, so uncertain. But now, knowing that she was truly carrying their child, a new wave of joy and fear washed over her.
As she gently cradled her stomach, she whispered, "What should we do now, Raven? I'm scared."
Raven's face darkened as he considered her words, and after a long pause, he finally said, "We need to talk about that... about the child."
Raven stood frozen in the dim light of the room, his heart pounding. The news from the doctor was something he had never expected—something he wasn't sure he was ready for. Seraphina, his delicate, fragile wife, was carrying their child.
