Chapter 895 Stress Management

• Nina
• I couldn’t stop staring at the grainy image that was displayed on the monitor, watching in awe as the little blob that was our daughter flexed and kicked within the safe confines of my womb. A wide smile spread across my face as I studied her tiny features, committing every detail to memory.
• “She’s perfect,” I breathed, tears of joy pricking at the backs of my eyes. I glanced over at Enzo, who was positively beaming with the kind of pride that only a father-to-be could have.