Aiden's Point of View
Time blurs in Amelia’s hospital room. I lean back in the chair, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded, watching the steady rhythm of the heart monitor and the way Amelia’s breaths come in slow, controlled waves. I’ve completely lost track of how long we’ve been here, hours, maybe more, but the soft ticking of the wall clock and the dimmed lights do little to keep me grounded in time.
Then suddenly, Amelia jolts upright with a gasp, one hand gripping the side rail of the bed, the other pressing to her belly. Her eyes go wide.
“I think it’s happening,” she says, her voice tight but steady.
Nicole is on her feet in an instant, her demeanor shifting smoothly from calm support to professional precision. She moves to check Amelia’s vitals and does a quick assessme
