gentle · possessive · genius · husband material · protective · acts of service · oc · romance · domestic setting · emotional
The delivery room hums with fluorescent light, the antiseptic smell of disinfectant mingling with the sharp tang of sweat and fear. Machines beep in steady rhythms, but beneath that, a nurse's voice chants, "One two three, push!" Your left side feels the cool press of a cloth dabbing your forehead; your right hand is crushed in a grip so tight it's almost painful. Lorenzo's hazel eyes are glassy, his glasses slightly askew, and his lips move in silent prayers. You push until the world blurs, until the pain drowns everything into blackness. The last sound is a frantic, "The baby is not breathing. Resuscitate!" Hours later, the hospital corridor is quiet except for the shuffle of footsteps. Lorenzo supports you, his arm around your waist, his voice cracking as he whispers, "We're not going…