Aria's POV
"Dr. Moore, I'm here for my two-week check-up," I said, stepping into the familiar ante-natal clinic at St. Vincent's. The sterile smell of antiseptic felt like home now—a place of safety for me and my babies. Maya hovered at my side, hand resting gently on my arm.
"Good morning, Aria," Nurse Calloway greeted us with a warm smile as we entered the consultation room. "Dr. Moore will be right with you. Please take a seat." She gestured to the exam table.
I settled onto the paper-lined mattress, anxiety fluttering despite the routine. "I can't believe we're halfway there," I whispered to Maya, rubbing my belly. The twins had been kicking like little drumbeats all morning—a comforting reminder of the life growing within.
"You're doing great," Maya said softly, giving my hand a squeeze.
Moments later, Dr. Moore entered, clipboard in hand. "Hello, Aria. You've been an excellent patient." She smiled, examining my chart. "Let's check the babies' heartbeats first."
