Liam's POV
I held Ava in my arms as she cried, her tears falling freely, her sobs breaking into hiccups and gasps. The doctor stood just a few feet away, his face etched with concern, but he stayed silent. I rubbed slow circles on her back, waiting for her to let it all out, though my heart was pounding with worry. What could have happened? Why was she crying so badly?
“Doctor,” I finally spoke, unable to endure the torture of not knowing any longer. “What’s going on? Why is she crying?”
The doctor glanced at me, then at Ava, hesitating. “Well, Mr. Blackwell, Mrs. Black—I mean, Ava…”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why are you calling her by her name?” I demanded, the possessiveness in my tone undeniable. He had no right to address my wife so informally.
“Sorry, Mrs. Blackwell,” he correc
