The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the lawn as the guests slowly trickled out, leaving behind only the remnants of celebration: empty cups, crumpled napkins, and a smattering of pink confetti. Emma’s laughter echoed softly as she hugged the last of her friends goodbye, her happiness untainted by the impending storm.

Finally, it was just the three of us. Emma, still glowing, approached me with a grateful smile. “Thank you for coming, and for keeping the surprise! I know how hard it must have been for you not to spill the beans.”

I swallowed hard, my heart heavy with the weight of what was to come. “Of course, Emma. Anything for you.”

Greg laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Hey, love, there’s something we need to talk about. It’s important.”

The shift in his tone was enough to sober her. She frowned, looking between us with growing concern. “What is it? Is everything okay?”

I stepped forward, my voice as steady as I could manage. “Emma, we need to go to the hospital. There’s something we have to check out, just to be safe.”

Her eyes widened, confusion knitting her brows together. “But the baby—”

I took her hands in mine, feeling the tremor in both our grips. “We just need to be sure, okay? It’s precautionary.”

Reluctantly, Emma nodded, though her earlier elation had dimmed, replaced by a shadow of apprehension. We gathered our things in silence, the once vibrant atmosphere now solemn and heavy with unspoken fears.

As Greg and Emma walked ahead to the car, I paused, allowing myself a moment to absorb the gravity of what lay ahead. The road was uncertain and fraught with challenges, but I knew, without a doubt, that we would face it together. Emma would have her answers, and she wouldn’t be alone. We would navigate this new reality as a family, holding onto hope, inch by treacherous inch.