Because things can get that real after a delivery.
Sometimes, life hangs by a single breath between heartbeats. But love, love keeps it beating.
The room was thick with the buzz of machines, the sterile scent of antiseptics, and the sharp, erratic rhythm of Meghan’s weakening heartbeat. It was the second time in as many days they had been concered about her, and this time it was worse, far worse.
Lloyd stood frozen just outside the ICU doors, blood still staining the cuffs of his shirt. He had no idea how long he’d been there. Minutes? Hours? Time meant nothing anymore. He could barely breathe. His hands shook as he pressed his palms to the cold wall, struggling to steady the riot in his chest.
He could hear Marshall’s voice down the corridor, low, frantic, trying to keep calm and Dani
