"She is really small" George said, his eyes not leaving his baby placed in the incubator.
"She is" Aria nodded, slipping her hand in George's. "The doctor said she's a fighter, you know?" she smiled at George. He nodded, smiling at his baby.
His child. She was so fragile, he told himself. "I would like to hold her" he breathed. "Just a few days, George. She'll be going home with you and Gwen."
Aria told George that she would go to visit Gwen and he nodded. He was silently praying for the health of his baby. His daughter. A feeling of pride settled in his chest. Hell would have to let lose before he let anything happen to his daughter.
A few days passed by, the baby was getting healthier and there was nothing to worry about, the doctor had said. Gwen looked pale, walking in the r
