Emma’s POV
The sharp, sterile smell of antiseptic filled my nose as I walked down the hallway of the hospital the next morning. The scent was a constant reminder of where I was and why.
It wasn’t a place I wanted to become familiar with, but life had other plans. My hands were full, a bag of breakfast sandwiches and a tray holding two steaming coffees.
Behind me, Jason and Anna followed, their little feet padding against the linoleum floor. Jason clutched his favorite stuffed dinosaur, his small hands gripping it tightly, while Anna held onto my free hand, her curiosity evident in her wide eyes.
Jeff’s room was just ahead, the number etched in my mind. As we approached, I paused for a moment, glancing down at the kids.
“Remember,” I said gently, crouching to their level, “Daddy needs
