Amanda nodded.
"He became more cautious."
Then she said something that reached millions of viewers.
"But Naomi deserved that caution before he knew who her friend was."
The interview circulated widely.
Many people praised Amanda.
But she redirected attention toward Naomi, Jordan's decision to call medical assistance, the pharmacist who verified the prescription, and the people who raised earlier concerns.
She wanted the public to understand that celebrities shouldn't be necessary for ordinary people to receive fair treatment.
Naomi spent the following days recovering emotionally from the confrontation.
The hospital's obstetric team completed its assessment and arranged appropriate follow-up. The initial monitoring was reassuring, but Naomi's blood pressure and symptoms still required careful attention.
She returned home with David after the medical team determined it was safe.
Amanda helped carry her belongings.
She remained close during the first few nights.
Naomi tried to behave normally.
She folded baby clothes.
Arranged blankets.
And checked the tiny diapers stacked inside a drawer.
But the memory of the fall returned unexpectedly.
Sometimes when she heard a loud voice, her stomach tightened.
Sometimes she saw a police cruiser and felt the urge to cry.
And sometimes she woke during the night convinced she could still feel the officer's hand grabbing her arm.
David noticed.
One evening, he found Naomi sitting on the nursery floor.
She was holding a tiny yellow sweater.
Tears streamed down her face.
He knelt beside her.
"What's wrong?"
She shook her head.
"I don't know."
David wrapped his arms around her.
For several minutes, she cried.
Then whispered, "I keep thinking about how close we came."
He held her.
The medical team had not told them that the baby was harmed.
But the uncertainty during the emergency had been terrifying.
David understood.
He had spent the drive to the hospital imagining worst-case scenarios he couldn't bear to speak aloud.
He kissed Naomi's forehead.
"We're here now."
She nodded.
He continued.
"And we're going to keep getting the care you need."
For a moment, she looked toward the crib.
Then whispered, "I don't want our daughter to grow up afraid."
David took a slow breath.
"Neither do I."
He looked toward the window.
Then back at her.
"But we can teach her that being frightened doesn't mean she has to stay silent."
Naomi leaned against him.
For a long time, they sat together on the nursery floor.