Amethyst’s POV
“Amy,” Celine called out, her voice slicing through the air.
“Yeah?” I replied without glancing up at her, my focus remaining fixed on the tiny bundle of joy in the hospital crib.
“You need to chill. She's doing just fine,” she reassured me, a hint of amusement in her tone.
“You're like some guard dog or whatever,” she added with a teasing laugh.
I chose to ignore Celine as I heard her chuckle softly behind me, a faint sound that I barely registered over the chaos of my thoughts.
Suddenly, I heard the hospital door creak open.
“She’s still at it?” Devon’s voice, deep and steady, broke through the tension in the room.
“Unfortunately,” Celine replied, a sympathetic smile gracing her face.
“Your wife is just too passionate about caring for the baby,” she added with a h
