February 14, 1892
Matthew Hesh sat at his desk, meticulously reviewing new blueprints for an advanced oil transport network. The work consumed his attention until Amber entered the room, her footsteps light but hesitant. He glanced up and immediately noticed the unusual expression on her face—nervous, excited, and a little uncertain all at once.
"Amber?" Matthew said, setting his papers aside. "Is something wrong?"
Amber shook her head, a faint smile forming on her lips. "Not wrong... just something different. I think... I might be pregnant."
Matthew froze for a moment, her words taking a second to register. His heart raced. He stood and approached her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders.
"Pregnant? Are you sure?"
Amber sighed and shook her head slightly. "Not entirely. I haven't confirmed it. I've missed my period, and I've been feeling... different. Fatigue, nausea, strange cravings. But it's too early to tell for certain."
