You can do it

Chance

“You can do it.” Sophie’s voice traveled through the closed door of the hospital room, mixing with whimpers, cries and the shuffling of efficient nurses as they prepared for the delivery of a newborn.

I’ve never witnessed the delivery of a newborn. Never imagined I’d have a chance. Yet now, fatherhood was within my reach, but the fear that inched itself into my chest the moment I read that message refused to subside. What if I had lost her?

The weeks following Lilly’s last text were hell. I’d called her so many times that I’d be easily labeled a stalker. I thought about her every second of the day and night. I swore I could smell her perfume - on me, in my home, in my car. I lost my shit with the driver when he had the vehicle cleaned. Because her perfume faded.

She left me.

I fucking blew it but I refused to accept defeat. I would find her. I’d make it right and show her how much I fucking loved her. Our babies. Her girls and the twins - they were all ours.

I pulled out my pho