Mark gripped the steering wheel tightly as he pulled into the parking lot of the medical plaza. His wife, Elena, sat beside him, her hand resting on her swollen belly. At seven months pregnant, she looked radiant, her curves amplified by the life growing inside her. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her loose maternity dress hugged her full breasts and rounded hips. They had been married for five years, and this pregnancy had been a surprise, but a welcome one. Today was just a routine check-up with the new gynecologist, Dr. Harlan, recommended by Elena's friend.

"You okay, babe?" Mark asked, turning off the engine. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, his hand brushing her thigh.