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CHAPTER 39

Penulis: Tokoni Benson
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-08 01:35:45

The day finally came when Abigail was strong enough to leave the incubator. The doctors had given the all-clear, and I couldn't contain my excitement. I had spent days just watching her tiny body grow stronger, every little movement giving me hope. The nurses had already prepared her for the transfer to the general nursery, and as they wheeled her out of the NICU, I followed, my heart swelling with pride and relief.

Dante was by my side, his hand resting gently on my shoulder. “She’s a strong girl,” he whispered, squeezing my shoulder lightly. I smiled, my eyes still glued to Abigail as we walked down the hospital corridor together.

Once Abigail was settled in her new cot in the general nursery, I took a deep breath. It felt surreal seeing her without the tubes and wires. Just our little girl, wrapped snugly in a soft pink blanket, her tiny chest rising and falling steadily.

A nurse came over with a form. “You can start the discharge paperwork now if you’re ready. Abigail’s made remar
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