We returned to the small living room near the entrance, and Mia continued to discreetly admire the suite.

"Mom, let's switch to this one. It has two bedrooms, so you can stay with me at night," I said.

Melinda was also taken aback. People like her didn't have such luxuries during postpartum recovery.

The manager, ever astute, added, "If you upgrade the two rooms you originally booked to the presidential suite, there's a discount, making it only 80 thousand dollars per suite."

What? 80 thousand dollars? For one month? The price shocked me, but I really liked the room.

Mia said, "Maybe we should stick with the downstairs room. It's already great, and Mom has spent a lot."

But I wasn't ready to give up. I clung to Melinda's arm and pleaded, "Mom, let's switch. We don't always live in a room like this one. Let's enjoy it."

I glanced at Mia, who looked very anxious and kept shaking her head at Melinda.

After a moment of contemplation, Melinda said, "Alright! Let's enjoy it."

I was overjoyed and hugged Melinda tightly. "I knew you were the best, Mom."

Mia's eyes widened in shock.

Melinda let go of me and took Mia's hand. "Mia, I think one room for both of you is enough. We don't need two presidential suites, right?"

The atmosphere turned awkward. The manager's smile froze on her face as she looked at us, embarrassed.

Mia was visibly downcast but soon raised her head and smiled at Melinda, "It's alright. I'll stay downstairs. I'm already very grateful."

I laughed with my mom, Melinda, and the manager laughed too.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Signing the contract and transferring the money went smoothly, and I already started looking forward to my confinement period, eager to move in immediately and have hundreds of people taking care of me every day.

My brother Jayden and my mom Melinda lived in the same neighborhood, so close to my due date, I moved over to make it easier for them to take care of me. In the late stages of pregnancy, I needed someone around all the time.

Jayden was a truck driver and only comes home once every ten days or so. His wife, Mia, who was also heavily pregnant and unable to work, joined us for meals.

Her due date was a few days before mine. Three nights before her due date, Melinda was out all night, I don't know where.

Suddenly, Mia started having abdominal pain, and a gush of water flowed down her legs; her water had broken.