GABRIEL
Sitting in the sterile, impersonal waiting room, I felt every second stretch into an eternity. My leg bounced nervously, Kiara sat beside me.
"Gabriel, she's going to be okay," Kiara said softly, reaching over to still my jittery leg with her hand.
I glanced at her, trying to find the same conviction in my voice. "I know, I know. It's just..." My words trailed off, the enormity of my fear rendering me speechless.
"It's just that you love her," Kiara finished for me, her voice gentle.
I nodded, feeling the lump in my throat grow. "Yeah, I love her. And this waiting, it's killing me, Kiara. What if something goes wrong? What if I lose her?"
"You won't lose her, Gabriel. Mia's strong, and she's got a reason to fight – you and the baby." Kiara's words were meant to be reassuring, but the 'what ifs' continued to swirl in my mind.
"But what if... What if she doesn't wake up? Or what if the baby..." I couldn't finish the sentence, the possibilities too painful to voice.
Kiara squeeze
