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He watched her sleep, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her arm. The serene expression on her face brought him a sense of calm and purpose. He had done everything in his power to protect her, and he would continue to do so.

His gaze shifted back to Khal. The little boy’s soft breathing and the occasional murmur in his sleep made Lucas’s heart swell with affection. Khal and the child in her womb was his future, the embodiment of the love between him and Nathalie. He would ensure that Khal grew up in a world where he felt safe, loved, and protected.

Lucas’s thoughts drifted back to the events of the day, the encounter with Sandro and the steps he had taken to secure their safety. He knew there were still threats to address, but for now, in this moment, he allowed himself to savor the peace and the love surrounding him.

He gently brushed a strand of hair from Nathalie’s face, his touch light and tender. She sighed softly in her sleep, her hand subconsciously seeking his. He clasped it gently, bringing it to his lips and kissing her knuckles.

“Sleep well, my love,” he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness and promise. “I’ll always be here for you.” The soft glow of the moon filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle light on the room. He knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges, but he felt ready to face them.

With his beloved wife in his arms and his son safe and sound, Lucas felt happy. The bond they shared, the love that held them together, was his greatest strength. And he would do whatever it took to protect it.

Eventually, Lucas’s eyes grew heavy, lulled by the peaceful rhythm of Nathalie’s breathing and the quiet night around them. As he drifted off to sleep, his last conscious thought was a silent vow to always keep them safe and to cherish every moment they had together. In the stillness of the night Nathalie, and Lucas rested, wrapped in the warmth of their love.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow throughout the house. Nathalie, her hand resting on her pregnant belly, carefully descended the stairs, one step at a time. Each movement was deliberate, her mind focused on maintaining her balance and avoiding any sudden jolts that might discomfort her unborn child.

As she neared the bottom step, a sharp, sudden pain shot through her abdomen. She gasped, her free hand instinctively gripping the bannister for support. The pain intensified, radiating through her body, and she felt her legs weaken beneath her.

Unable to take another step, Nathalie lowered herself carefully onto the bottom stair, her breath coming in short, labored gasps. Panic and concern etched across her face, she shouted, “Dad! Dad, help me!”

Her voice echoed through the house, the urgency clear. Within moments, mister Petrakis came rushing from the living room, his face pale with worry. He hurried to her side, kneeling down and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Nathalie, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. Nathalie clutched her belly, wincing with each wave of pain. “It hurts, Dad. The baby… something’s wrong. I think my water broke!”

Mister Petrakis’ eyes widened with alarm, but he kept his voice steady, trying to reassure her. “Alright, sweetheart, just breathe. I’m here. We need to get you to the hospital.”

As he helped her up, supporting her carefully, Nathalie leaned heavily on him, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. He guided her to the couch in the living room, easing her down gently. “Stay here, I’ll call for help,” he said, quickly pulling out his phone to dial emergency services.

Nathalie’s mind raced with fear and worry. She tried to focus on her breathing, but the pain was relentless. Moments later, Lucas burst into the room, his face a mask of concern and urgency.

“Nathalie, what happened?” he asked, rushing to her side and kneeling next to her. She reached for his hand, her grip tight. “Lucas, it hurts so much. I think… I think it’s time.”

Lucas’s eyes widened, understanding dawning. “The baby?” She nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yes. It’s too early, Lucas. I’m scared.”

Lucas’s heart clenched with fear, but he forced himself to remain calm for her sake. “It’s going to be okay, Nathalie. We’ll get you to the hospital, and everything will be alright.”

Mister Petrakis hung up the phone, turning back to them. “An ambulance is on its way. They’ll be here soon.” Lucas looked at him, grateful for his presence and support. “Thank you, dad. We need to keep her calm until they arrive.”

Mister Petrakis nodded, sitting down on the other side of Nathalie and taking her other hand. “You’re strong, Nathalie. You can do this. Just keep breathing, okay?”

Nathalie nodded, trying to focus on their voices, their words of reassurance. The pain was still intense, but having them by her side gave her a sense of comfort and strength. She closed her eyes, taking deep, measured breaths as they waited for the ambulance.

Minutes felt like hours, but finally, the sound of sirens filled the air, growing louder as the ambulance approached. Paramedics rushed in, assessing the situation quickly and efficiently. They helped Nathalie onto a stretcher, securing her for the ride to the hospital.

Lucas held her hand tightly as they prepared to move her. “I’m right here with you, Nathalie. We’re going to get through this together.” She nodded weakly, her eyes filled with trust and love. “I know, Lucas. I trust you.”