Nathan’s P.O.V

I felt the color drain from my face as soon as I heard the word ‘complication’, my heart hammering against my ribs hard enough to leave bruises. The sterile scent of the hospital only made me more restless. But when I say the doctor letting out a tired sigh, I couldn’t hold in my panic any longer.

“Doctor, please… is my baby okay? Is Sophia okay?” My voice cracked, and I hated how desperate I sounded, but I couldn’t help it.

The doctor gave me ...