Bree’s POV
Feeling groggy, I open my eyes slowly.
Blinking a few times for my eyes to adjust to the dim lights, I look around the room.
Cranston is standing beside my bed, his back to me and his head bowed.
The memories start flooding back, crashing over me like a wave.
The baby!
My water broke and Cranston rushed me to the hospital, our doctor literally meeting us in the lobby of our building to ride with us.
But something was wrong.
When it came time to deliver, I pushed and pushed, but the baby wasn’t coming.
Both of our blood pressure was dropping and they decided that they needed to perform an emergency c-section, and that is the last thing I remember, being rushed into surgery.
I try to set up in bed, but my stomach is sore, and I collapse back against the pillows with a
