48 #Snuggling in his arms

I opened my eyes and found myself lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by sterile white walls and the soft hum of medical equipment. The bright overhead lights made me squint as I tried to piece together how I ended up here.

"My baby..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. Panic surged through me as I frantically touched my belly, feeling for any signs of movement or life.

"Jane." I heard Brandon call my name from beside the bed. His face was filled with concern as he gently placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Brandon." I hold his hand tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the gravity of the situation. "What happened? Is our baby okay?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear. Brandon's grip tightened, his eyes reflecting the same worry that consumed me.

"Jane, are you fine?" He asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. I could see the worry lines etched on his forehead as he waited for my response.

"I am fine, but not my baby," I whispered, m