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Johanna’s eyes darted around the bustling ward, trying to keep her worry at bay. The doctors moved with practiced precision, and she didn’t want to add to Janet’s stress. Forcing a smile, she nodded. “Okay, what matters most is that you and the baby are healthy.”

Brandon gave a reassuring nod. “We’ve got this, Johanna. Please, try not to worry.”

Johanna sighed helplessly and forced a smile.

But she couldn’t shake the anxiety gnawing at her. She squeezed Janet’s hand a little tighter, despite her best efforts to appear calm. Janet could sense her mother’s tension, but the warmth of her family’s presence chased away the lingering fears, bringing her a sense of peace. She wanted to make sure the heavy atmosphere wouldn’t linger, so she turned to her mother with a gentle smile. “Mom, what was it like when you had me? Were you as scared as I am?”

Johanna’s expression softened, her mind drifting back to the day Janet was born. She studied her daughter, now grown and on the verge of becoming a mother herself, and felt a pang of nostalgia.

“Oh, Janet, you were the most beautiful baby,” she murmured, running her fingers through Janet’s hair.

Her smile wavered, and a shadow of guilt crossed her face. “You smiled at me the moment you were born. I wish I could’ve protected you better. I never wanted you to go through all the hardships you’ve faced.”

Janet’s heart ached at the sight of her mother’s regret. She leaned in, her voice tender. “Mom, it’s okay. The past is behind us. And after tonight, when my baby is born, you’ll get to hold him, just like you held me. You can spoil him rotten, just like you always wanted to with me.”

Johanna’s eyes brightened at the thought, and she nodded eagerly. “You bet I will.”

Janet couldn’t help but smile, feeling the weight of the moment lift, replaced by a shared sense of joy and anticipation.

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The doctors arrived, their crisp white coats signaling that the moment had finally come.

Janet, her face a mix of anxiety and determination, was wheeled toward the delivery room.

As the heavy doors swung shut behind her, the room seemed to hold its breath. Brandon’s face fell as the doors closed, his anxiety turning into a tight frown. He glanced at Johanna and Beal, who were huddled together, their shared worry palpable.

His gaze then settled on Frank, who was visibly uneasy, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Frank cleared his throat, trying to sound confident. “Alright, everyone, don’t worry. Medical technology these days is top-notch. Complications are rare.”

But as he spoke, Brandon’s grim expression only deepened. Johanna, usually the picture of calm, shot him a piercing look. “Men wouldn’t understand. You’re not going through this.”

Brandon’s frustration bubbled up, and he took a deep breath, trying to rein in his emotions. Beal, feeling the tension but not wanting to escalate it, gently tugged on Johanna’s sleeve. “Honey, let’s not make this harder than it needs to be. Everyone’s just worried.”

Johanna shot him a frosty glance, then turned her attention back to the hospital corridor.

Beal remained steady, trying to diffuse the tension. He turned to Brandon, trying to focus on practical concerns. “Do we have everything Janet and the baby will need?”

Brandon nodded. “I’ve already arranged for the butler to bring everything up to the ward.”

Beal then looked at Frank, who immediately stepped in. “Don’t worry, we’re well-prepared. The hospital has all the necessary equipment and personnel on standby for any emergencies. We’re doing everything we can to ensure Janet’s safety.”

Beal nodded, visibly relieved. “Okay, that’s good.”

While the tension outside the delivery room was palpable, inside, Janet was surprisingly at ease.

The skilled doula and psychologist worked their magic, creating a soothing environment that helped Janet stay calm. Apart from a few moments of discomfort, the pain was manageable, and the anesthesia soon lulled her into a peaceful sleep.

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