Serena's POV
The doctor declared my baby girl perfectly healthy at today's checkup, sending waves of relief through me. I couldn't stop smiling as the driver took me to the International Tower where Ryan had arranged for a fitting of the custom gown he'd ordered for me.
"He's so protective these days," I murmured to myself, feeling the gentle movements of our daughter inside me. Two security guards followed closely behind as I stepped out of the car, one carrying my purse while the other scanned the surroundings.
Inside the boutique, a sales associate rushed toward me with an overly bright smile. "Mrs. Blackwood! Please follow me. Mr. Blackwood has everything prepared."
The dressing room was spacious and elegant—typical Ryan, sparing no expense. The attendant helped me slip i
