WESLEY
I drove back to the hospital with a bouquet of white roses in the passenger seat and a warm bag of her favorite soup. The flowers smelled fresh and sweet. I had picked them myself from the small shop near my house. The soup was still hot. I kept thinking about how Natalia’s face would light up when she saw them. She loved simple things like this - a flower, a warm meal and a quiet moment together. These small gifts made her smile in a way that always touched my heart. After everything she had been through, I wanted to bring her a little joy. I wanted to remind her that I was there and that I would always be there for her and our baby.
My hands felt steady on the steering wheel, but inside my chest, worry was still there. The doctor’s confused face from earlier kept flashing in my
