Andrew POV
As I sit in the waiting room I feel like its been a life time since they took Gia to the operating room. I hear the hospital doors open and both of our families coming rushing in. Everyone embraces me offering me reassurance that Gia will be ok. I wish right now I could believe that. This must be what she felt like after I was shot. This is worse than any hell I could think of. We sit for a half an hour more before a man in a white coat comes to the waiting room saying my name. What's happening doctor? "We have managed to get Gia stable but she is still unconscious right now." What's going on with my daughter? "You have a healthy 8lb 3oz beautiful baby girl who is currently being taken care of in the NICU." I fall to my knees Abigale is fine but what if Gia do
