Zyron's POV
"She's seven months pregnant," the doctor said.
We were at the OB-GYN clinic for Savvanah's checkup.
"Are you following my advice?" the doctor asked. "Taking your vitamins? Drinking your milk?"
"Yes," she replied softly.
"And how were the first few months of pregnancy?"
"It was fine, doctor. The baby's father is always with us. He never lets us go through anything alone."
She reached for my hand and smiled, but I couldn't bring myself to look at her.
"That's good to hear. Just make sure to continue everything I told you," the doctor said.
"Yes, doc. We'll go ahead," she replied, standing up.
We left the clinic together.
Seven months.
She's already seven months pregnant—and I have to be even more careful with her now.
After leaving the hospital, I parked the car outside a nearby restaurant. I unbuckled my seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out. I walked around to the passenger side, opened her door, and helped her down gently before guiding her inside.
