Being pregnant had left Raegan with little energy for additional worries.

At the park, where ice cream vendors dotted the Landscape, Raegan found herself drawn to one stall in particular.

Noticing her interest, Stefan commented that, despite the persistent cold in Aurora, the appeal of ice cream didn't wane.

Now deep into her pregnancy, Raegan wasn't as cautious about her diet as before.

“Would you like some?" Stefan asked, observing her gaze.

Raegan's eyes lit up at the suggestion. The ice cream here was unique, especially with her beloved vanilla sauce on top.

Aurora grew to love the vanilla sauce, a local favorite Raegan couldn't get enough of. She had not treated herself to ice cream since she got pregnant, and now, eight months later, her cravings were intense.

Yet, she paused and asked, "Is it okay to have some?"

Her words were cautious, but her eyes earnestly sought Stefan's approval. Her hopeful look could melt even the sternest demeanor.

Stefan watched her briefly and comforted her, "The doctor mentioned you're free from dietary limits this month. You can indulge a bit. It's wiser now than after the baby is born, when you'll need to refrain."

Postpartum seclusion could do good to Raegan's recovery, given her condition.

"I'll choose a smaller portion with less topping," Stefan remarked.

This eased Raegan's sense of guilt considerably.

Stefan led her to a bench, spread a handkerchief to sit on, and smiled. "Wait here. I'll be back soon."

The queue at the ice cream stand was lengthy, and Stefan, being a true gentleman, patiently waited his turn without skipping ahead to avoid any mishap with Raegan. He patiently waited his turn.

Meanwhile, Raegan sat enjoying the pleasant weather and the gentle sunlight, keenly awaiting her ice cream with closed eyes.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed.

Raegan frowned, suspecting clouds might be gathering.

When she opened her eyes, a sharply dressed man stood before her, blocking the sun completely.

Raegan was surprised to encounter Mitchel at the park, especially in her disoriented state due to the pregnancy. Stefan, familiar with seeing her frequently, was unfazed by her relaxed attire. Her immediate concern was whether she looked messy to Mitchel now.