It was a calm Sunday morning in São Paulo — one of those rare days when the city seemed to breathe slower. Celina and Thor were enjoying a quiet breakfast together in the dining room of their penthouse, growing closer with each passing day, as if they were building a small sanctuary just for the two of them. The chaos of their lives felt far away; in that moment, all that mattered was the simple intimacy of being together.

Celina, her hair still a little tousled and wearing a silk robe over her nightgown, looked effortlessly radiant, though she didn’t even realize it. Thor couldn’t take his eyes off her as he spread jam over a slice of bread, captivated by her in the most ordinary moment.

“Love,” Thor began, his voice calm and low, “I’m scheduling an appointment with the family doctor. I want to make sure our babies are doing well. I need that peace of mind.”

Celina smiled, her hand brushing over her growing belly.

“It’s going to be emotional,” she said softly. “This time, you’ll be t