Saint:
I stood at the sink, scrubbing methodically, the harsh antiseptic burning every nick on my rough hands. My hands shook slightly as I rinsed them under the hot water, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. Today was the day—our sweet baby girl was finally going to enter this world, and I felt like my heart might burst with the overwhelming surge of emotions.
"Saint?" Dr. Evans paused as he walked by, his eyes gentle yet alert. "Are you ready for this?"
I swallowed thickly, nodding despite the whirlwind in my gut. "Ready as I'll ever be."
He smiled reassuringly, patting my shoulder lightly. "Everything's going to be just fine. You're going to do fine, Saint."
I followed him into the operating room, heart pounding erratically, breath shallow. Shay lay on the table, serene and
