She wheeled him out into the VIP corridor, the wheels whispering over the plush carpet. James trailed discreetly behind, his face beaming like a proud parent watching a reconciliation. The hallway opened to a private garden terrace, where potted ferns swayed in the breeze, and the distant hum of London traffic provided a soothing backdrop. Eliana pushed the chair slowly, her hands firm on the handles.
"Tell me about the baby," Rafael said softly, his voice trembling with a kind of wonder he couldn't quite disguise. His hand moved to her belly again, the warmth of his palm pressing gently through the thin fabric of her dress. He rubbed slow circles there, hesitant but tender. "How have you been feeling? Any kicks yet? Cravings?"
