“No, Mi Alma. We won’t lose him,” Jonathan whispered as he carried me in his arms.
His voice may be calm and controlled, however, the looks in his eyes were wild. They seemed to be surrounded with madness, and at the same time, fear.
Everything in sight became too blurry. It was probably because of the tears that continued to flood my eyes or I could possibly be on the verge of losing consciousness due to the storming mixed emotions inside me. I could not tell. All I knew was the pain started to become unbearable.
“It hurts…” I cried. “Jonathan… I-It hurts. W-What if I… What if I lose my baby?”
The warmth of his hand nestled on my cheek as he pulled me close to his chest.
His lips touched my temple as he whispered with so much reassurance, “We’ll be in the hospital in a few minutes.
