In the car, Thor remained silent. The night felt heavier than usual. The city lights slipped past the windows like fleeting shadows, mirroring the quiet storm inside him. His eyes stayed fixed on the road as he drove toward his penthouse, but his chest carried a restless beat. The sound of the baby’s heartbeat still echoed in his mind—strong, alive, undeniable. A reminder of the past and of the new reality drawing closer.

Celina broke the silence with a gentle gesture—her hand resting on his thigh.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

Thor gave a brief nod without taking his eyes off the road.

“I am.”

“And Isabela?” she pressed.

“She was asleep when I went into the room,” he replied, still watching the asphalt roll beneath them.

“And the baby?” The question slipped out in a near-whisper, almost hesitant.

“He’s fine. The doctor did an ultrasound. She’s three months along…” He paused, taking a deep breath. “I heard the heartbeat. Strong. Fast.” His voice carried a gravity that betrayed the