When I stepped out of the hospital room several minutes later, I exhaled slowly as exhaustion clung to me like a second skin.
My head still buzzed from everything that had happened inside—from the doctor’s questions, my emotional breakdown, the scan and the moment I saw my baby. It felt like I had gone through an entire lifetime of emotions in just one hour.
It had been so damn much.
My feet dragging, I pressed a hand to my forehead as I walked down the hallway.
And then, a sudden hunger, sharp and insistent, struck me.
It wasn’t the kind of hunger that whispered politely and asked for a snack.
Nah. This was a full-blown ‘feed me now or suffer’ kind of hunger.
My stomach twisted inside of me and I barely held back a groan.
Of course, I thought with a long sigh. First, I cry over
