Ashton:
I could barely catch my breath as I rushed into the hospital with Adrianna in my arms. Her small frame felt fragile against me, her hand gripping mine tightly, but I could feel the heat of her anxiety, her fear, mirroring my own. I couldn’t seem to shake the panic twisting in my gut. I was trying to stay calm for her, to be the strong one, but I was failing.
As soon as we entered the hospital, I was already shouting for help, not caring about anything other than getting her the care she needed. I ran past the nurses, practically sprinting, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Adrianna’s going into labor,” I said, my voice shaky but urgent. “I need help now!”
The staff immediately sprang into action, guiding us to a room and getting her settled into bed. I stayed right beside her,
