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Aaron's P.O.V

I ran up to the receptionist, panicking because I never thought Mia would have gone into labor so early.

We had at least week more weeks before the birth of our child, and I felt like a horrible person for not finishing with the room for my son.

I was at work when I got several calls, all with mixed feelings over the birth of our child.

"Hey, Mia Armstrong-Boyd," I said to the lady sitting around the desk.

"Your relationship to Mrs. Boyd?"

"Your husband," I said.

After hearing that, she quickly typed on her keyboard while I tapped impatiently on the desk.

"On the fifth floor, room 105. If you take the first elevator on your left, it will take you directly there."

I rode the elevator up, and when the door opened. I was expecting to see the room right before me, but it was the nursery for new borns.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where room 105 is?"

The doctor looked up from his clipboard.

"All the way down the hall, second door on the right." He pointed with his pen.

"Thank