#Chapter 545: Stress Management

Nina I couldn’t stop staring at the grainy image that was displayed on the monitor, watching in awe as the little blob that was our daughter flexed and kicked within the safe confines of my womb. A wide smile spread across my face as I studied her tiny features, committing every detail to memory. “She’s perfect,” I breathed, tears of joy pricking at the backs of my eyes. I glanced over at Enzo, who was positively beaming with the kind of pride that only a father-to-be could have. “That’s our girl,” he murmured, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “She’s doing just fine.” It was a relief, after all we had been through, to find out that our baby was safe, healthy, and most importantly: alive. In fact, according to my checkup leading up to this moment, our baby was as healthy as an ox. It was hard to tell if the ritual that we had gone through was the sole cause of this; maybe there was more to it. Hell, maybe the ritual had done nothing at all. But I knew that wasn’t the c