The next day.
Kaisar looked distracted as he walked, constantly checking his phone, occasionally checking his messages and call history.
"Still can't reach him?" Amara asked.
Kaisar nodded.
"He must be in trouble. Do you want me to check on him directly? I'll contact Catherine—"
"I forbid you from doing anything dangerous for the next year."
"What?" Amara stopped walking. "A whole year? Why?"
"Pregnancy and postpartum require a good physical condition."
"You know I'm not the type to sit still."
Kaisar smiled faintly. "I believe that. Maybe when our child is born, they'll be good at climbing walls."
Amara clicked her tongue softly. They continued walking back to the hotel room after earlier going to the hospital to check on the baby.
In a few hours, Kaisar had to leave—his work demanded it.
"What's that? A photo album?" Amara asked.
Kaisar took something out of his wardrobe, then took out the ultrasound photo from earlier.
"My personal collection. Want to see?"
