Damian
The world stood still the moment Ivy whispered my name.
It was 3:42 a.m. The apartment was dark, quiet, except for the sharp inhale she took as she clutched her belly and sat up in bed.
“I think it’s time,” she said, her voice shaking.
I didn’t panic. I couldn’t. She needed calm, and I would give her anything.
The hospital bag was already packed. I’d checked it three times that week, pacing the living room in silence while Ivy slept.
I helped her get dressed, steadying her as another contraction hit. My hands were firm but gentle, and hers clung to me like she didn’t want to let go.
Neither did I.
The drive to the hospital was a blur of red lights and clenched hands. Her fingers wrapped tightly around mine the entire time, knuckles white, breathing shallow but measured. I k
