(Lucas’ POV)
“She’s going into A-Fib!” Someone shouted and my head j*rked from my daughter's tiny face and went straight to Tracey.
I don’t know what happened. One second she had an absolutely adorning smile on her face as she gazed at our precious daughter with unadulterated love etched all over her beautiful face. The next they were calling for the crash cart.
I knew what that meant. It meant we were losing her! “Clear the room!” My mother shouted as someone came over and took my daughter from my arms. I tried to hold onto her but the nurse softly, but firmly, reas*ured me that they only needed to clean and weigh her.
My main focus was still on Tracey so, as reluctant as I was, I let the nurse take her.
I had no idea what “A-Fib” was, but they kept shouting about her heart rate a
