“Will she be okay? Will the baby be okay?” James found himself asking one of the nurses, his voice barely above a whisper. The nurse gave him a reassuring smile and nod, “We’re going to take good care of them.”
As the delivery room doors closed behind Maria, James found a seat nearby, his mind racing with thoughts and what-ifs. He tried to focus on the nurse’s reassurance, holding onto the hope that soon he’d meet their child and see Maria safe and smiling. The wait was agonizing, every minute stretching on, but James clung to the belief that everything would turn out right in the end.