Hazel's POV
“The baby's heartbeat is strong,” the doctor said, watching the monitor carefully, “but you are dangerously dehydrated and your blood pressure is far too high for someone who just survived what you survived today.”
I lay on the hospital bed with wires taped across my stomach, Julian's hand crushing mine hard enough to bruise, both of us listening to that small, rapid heartbeat filling the room like the only sound in the world that actually mattered anymore.
“Is the baby safe,” Julian asked, his voice cracking on the last word in a way I had genuinely never heard from him before, not even the night I left him standing alone in the rain.
“The baby is safe,” the doctor confirmed. “But Mrs. Daniel needs complete rest, no press conferences, no courtrooms, no stress of any kind f
