Se connecterValeria's POV The monitor flatlined for three full seconds before the rhythm came back.“V-fib,” I snapped. “Charge to two hundred. Clear.”The paddles hit and body jerked. The line spiked, then settled into a shaky but usable beat.“Sinus is weak, but it’s there.” I kept my eyes on the screen. “Give me another milligram of epi. We’re not losing her on the table.”Dr. Carol moved fast on the meds. The scrub nurse already had the next suture ready. Blood soaked through the third set of sponges. The child’s chest was open, the repair on the mitral valve more complicated than the scans had promised. Congenital defects never followed the textbook when you needed them to.“Pressure’s climbing,” Carol said. “Seventy over forty.”“Good enough," I said. "Close the chest. Slow and clean. I want every stitch perfect.”Forty-two minutes later I stepped back from the table, gloves sticky, mask damp against my face. The girl was stable. Transfer to PICU was already rolling. I stripped the gown, t
Valeria's POV“Val, if you don’t put that phone down and help me with these plates, I swear I’m going to make you sit next to Theo.”Ava’s voice cut straight through the kitchen noise. I looked up from the text I’d been reading and found my little sister glaring at me like I’d committed a federal crime.“I’m helping,” I said.“You’re standing there smiling at your phone," she said flatly. "That’s not helping.”"Lauren just texted," I flipped the screen toward her. “She says tell Aiden she loves him and she wants an actual postcard, not a picture.”"Tell her he won't even remember to buy a stamp," Ava snatched a stack of plates from the counter. “He’s been walking around all week like he’s already halfway to the airport.”"Valeria," Mom walked in carrying a huge bowl of salad and set it down with a soft thud. “Aiden’s in the backyard, you might want to go talk to him. Spencer, can you...”“Already on it,” Uncle Spence called from the other room. I found Aiden in the backyard, sitting
The kitchen smelled like coffee and toast.I stood at the counter in one of Spencer’s old shirts, stretched over the curve of my belly, flipping eggs while the twins argued at the table like the fate of the world depended on a guess.“I know it’s a girl,” Valeria said.“You don’t know anything,” Aiden shot back. “You’re just saying that because you want another person who’ll sit still for your drawings.”“I’m the one who guessed Mom was pregnant," she said."You just got lucky," Aiden said. "It doesn't mean you're right. He’s a boy and he’s going to play soccer with me.”Valeria rolled her eyes so hard I heard it. “It’s not even born yet, you don't know what it likes.""I know what I like," He said. "That's enough.""That's not how genetics works," her voice was flat."You don't know how genetics works either."Spencer coming in behind me, one hand landing warm on my hip, the other reaching for my left hand, which he brought up and pressed a kiss to right over the ring."Good morning,
Scarlett's POVSage would not stop fussing with the veil.“If you touch it one more time I’m pinning your hands to the chair,” I said, with one bobby pin left between my teeth and Sage's hair half-pinned.“It’s crooked," She said."It's not crooked," I said. "I have a medical degree, Sage. I know how to make hair symmetrical.""A medical degree in surgery," she said. "Not cosmetology.""It's the same hands," I said, and jabbed the pin in a little harder than necessary, and she yelped, and I grinned at her in the mirror. "See? Perfectly straight now that you're not moving."She caught my eye in the mirror and laughed, a little watery. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said."You've had four months to believe it." I said."It still hit me about ten minutes ago that I'm about to walk out there and marry my almost sister-in-law best friend," she said. "Which somehow makes him my brother-in-law and my husband at the same time, and I genuinely don't know what to call him at Thanksgivin
Spencer's POVI woke before she did.Everything hurt but none of it was enough to make me regret a single minute of last night.Scarlett was still asleep beside me, hair loose on the pillow with one hand curled near my chest. I watched her without the old question sitting under it 'will she leave, is this temporary, am I the safe option.' She was here. She had said she chose me. She had said she loved me.I tried getting out of the bed, a hot line of pain shooting up from the knee, and I bit down a curse and tried again.“What are you doing?” Scarlett's voice was rough with sleep."Trying to get up," I said."With what, optimism?" She pushed up on an elbow. "Lie back down.""I'm fine." I said flatly.“You’re pale and stubborn, same combination as last night.” She sat up, the sheet slipped down her bare chest and pressed her fingers against my chest. "You shouldn't be moving, before you break something we'll spend two days fixing."I let out a breath and settled back against the pillow
Spencer's POV"You should be in an actual bed," she said, standing up from the sofa. "Not a recliner with your leg propped on an ottoman like you're eighty years old.""I've been in an actual bed for three weeks," I said. "I liked this chair. I missed this chair.""You can miss it from upstairs tomorrow." She held her hand out. "Come on."I let her pull me up, one hand braced on the arm of the chair until my leg agreed to hold my weight. She got under my arm on the side that didn't hurt and we went up the stairs like that, one step at a time, her matching her pace to mine instead of the other way around."This is humiliating," I said, halfway up."This is temporary," she said. "Keep walking."We made it to the bedroom. She helped me get my shirt off and eased me back against the pillows, and then she came around and lay down beside me, careful, her head finding my shoulder instead of my chest.The lamp on the nightstand was the only light on, the house had gone quiet around us."I tal







