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I look up at the blanket of stars that stretch to infinity as the cool crisp wind nudges my skin and drifts my hair. As I lift a foot to descend the stairs in the hospital’s porch, a hand gently grips my arm. “Careful.” I angle my face to look at Chaz. He’s smiling. He’s been smiling since earlier when the doctor said that I’m carrying his child. Am I happy? Sure I am. But anxiety is the dominant emotion I have from within that’s why it’s hard to smile the way he does. I keep walking to the direction where he’s heading. At the parking space, two of his bodyguards are standing next to a silver car which I assume is Rolls Royce base on how it looks. Chaz only lets go of my arm when I’m able to sit properly and comfortably in his car. Someone that I didn’t notice earlier, who’s behind us,