The call came just after midnight.
I was still half-asleep when my phone lit up on the nightstand. Maya’s name. My heart jumped before I even answered. Leo was already in the hallway when I opened my door, boots on, keys in his hand. He had heard my phone too.
“She’s in labor,” I said.
He nodded once. “I’ll drive.”
We barely spoke on the way to the hospital. The streets were empty.
The only sound was the low hum of the truck engine and the occasional click of the turn signal. My mind kept racing ahead—what if something went wrong, what if the babies came too fast, what if Maya needed us and we were stuck in traffic. Leo kept both hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road. Every few minutes I caught him glancing at me like he wanted to say something. He never did.
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