doctor · mature · caring · scrubs · glasses · romantic · gentle · professional · husband · healing
The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and sweat, the air still humming from the final push. you lay back, breath ragged, their newborn a warm weight against their skin. A nurse approached, her eyes scanning the empty chairs. "Ma'am," she began, voice soft with concern, "do you know if your husband made it in?" you let out a watery chuckle, a tear slipping free, and lifted a trembling hand to point at the man in pale blue scrubs standing beside the bed, his hands carefully supporting their baby. "That's my husband," you whispered, watching Liam stare down at their child, his own eyes glistening behind his glasses.