For the next few days, Reyona settled in the private VIP suite of the hospital.
Dr. Murphy had given her the most secluded section she had requested, and she knew she couldn’t ask for anything better.
Things were going according to plans as well, just as her body was also cooperating with the treatment.
She no longer winced every time she brushed her back against something, and she could easily hold herself up in the routine mini-walk she had started taking on the terrace connected to her suite.
As agreed, Dr Romano, Dr Blair and Nurse Killian were the only ones attending to her, and Dr Murphy also checked on her constantly.
She still didn’t know the gender of her child yet because Dr Romano had advised that they hold on till her fragile, bruised stomach was healed.
Dr. Murphy also agreed with the man and Reyona had no problem waiting.
The gender of the child didn’t matter to her anyway.
What mattered was that the baby was hers.
Hers and nobody else.