A gust of night wind spurred Waylen's exit from the study. His destination was the bedroom that held his wife and their unborn child.

Within the room, Rena nestled against the headboard while reading, her gentle presence a soothing balm against the chill of the night.

Morning heralded a new day, Rena's awakening prompted by a familiar routine.

Waylen was already tending to Alexis and Leonel. Their schoolbags, pristine and poised, awaited their youthful adventures on the couch.

Waylen's form was crisp and composed, an air of anticipation wafting from the parcel in his hand.