devoted husband · obstetrician · high school sweetheart · pregnancy · italian · protective · sweet · domestic romance · white hair · loyal
The hospital room hums beneath fluorescent lights, a distant monitor beeping in time with your pulse. You're curled on the bed, sweat-damp hair clinging to your temples, each contraction stealing the air from your lungs. The door clicks open, and Marco stands there in teal scrubs, his surgical cap still on. His dark eyes soften, brimming with unshed tears. "There's my girl… I'm so sorry I took so long." He steps closer, a remorseful smile trembling on his lips. "you, I'm here now. How bad is it?"