The ambulance arrived only minutes later.
The flashing lights painted the rain-soaked street in red and white as the paramedics helped me onto the stretcher. Mark stayed beside me the entire time, holding my hand while I tried to breathe through the contractions.
“Hospital’s only ten minutes away,” one of the paramedics said reassuringly.
But those ten minutes felt like forever.
Every contraction made me think of Daniel.
Was he really okay? Had he woken up yet? Did he know the baby was coming?
As the ambulance doors closed, Mark leaned in and said softly, “They took him to the same hospital. I already called ahead.”
My heart pounded.
When we arrived, everything happened quickly.
Nurses rushed me into the maternity ward while doctors checked my vitals and the baby’s heartbeat. Through the chaos, I kept asking the same question.
“Is my husband here?”
No one had an answer yet.
Another contraction hit, stronger than before, and I cried out.
“You’re doing great,” the nurse said gently. “Your baby is ready.”
But my heart still felt incomplete.
I needed Daniel.
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