"Dadda..." I heard my little wildcat's soft, trembling voice as she looked up at me with teary eyes, her tiny fingers clutching my shirt tightly. Her innocent face was filled with worry, and my heart clenched seeing her like this.

"Baby, I won’t let anything happen to your mumma, okay? I promise," I said, kneeling down to her level and gently wiping away the single tear that had escaped down her cheek.

We were at the hospital, waiting anxiously. Janvi was in labor, and though this was a moment of joy, it came with its own shadows of fear. Ranvi, our little girl, was only four years old, too young to fully understand, but old enough to sense the tension in the air.

It hadn’t been an easy journey for Janvi to conceive again. Her previous health issues had made the road to this pregnancy fraught with complications and challenges.

But we didn’t let that deter us. We hired the best doctors and did everything we could to ensure her safety and the baby’s. I stayed by her side through every moment, every step, making sure she was supported.