Mark's POV
I take a seat in the chair beside Gray. I take her hand in mine, this just feels like the first time and when she had cramps before. I furrow my brows as I think back to that day...that stormy day when she fell in the yard. Could that be the cause of this too? The baby was okay back then. If these doctors didn't do their jobs properly and my baby is no longer here, then they will feel my f^cking wrath.
Gray squeezes my hand and I snap out of my thoughts. my jaw clenching. I look at her but she gives me a soft smile with a tear that is running down her cheek. How can she smile when this is a painful situation? For the one that is going through the most. How does she still manage to have that strength to give me a smile? I reach out to her with my other hand and I wipe away her
