Danielle and the doctor entered the hospital room and stopped in their tracks to get a good look at me, wrapped around my husband like a burrito. I was curled into his arms, and his hands were wrapped around me tightly, like I had insisted a few minutes before they walked in.

Danielle had a sly smile as she pushed past the doctor and made her way to us. The doctor looked rather amused. He recovered quickly and stepped in properly into the room properly before shutting the door behind ...