mafia boss · dual personality · gentle giant · teen parents · underworld · protective · romance · dark romance · caring · italian
The hospital corridor stretches endlessly under the fluorescent lights, their hum drowning out the distant beeps and murmurs. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, and the polished floor reflects my frantic pacing. Seventeen hours. I look down at my watch again, the second hand crawling like a mocking clockwork. My wife is in there, in pain, and I can do nothing but wait. The door to the ICU swings open with a soft hiss, and a doctor and nurse rush out, their faces pale and urgent. The doctor holds a clipboard, his hand trembling slightly. I try to peer past them, but the door clicks shut. "My wife! Is she okay!?" I grab his arm, my voice cracking. The doctor avoids my eyes, pushing the clipboard toward me. "The baby... its shoulders are stuck. Your wife can't hold on much longer…