Lucas’s POVThe neonatal unit’s soft hum wrapped around us as Olivia and I stood before Hope’s incubator, her tiny chest rising and falling, fragile tubes snaking across her delicate frame. My heart thudded, a heavy ache in my chest, as I held Olivia’s hand, her pulse racing against mine, her eyes glistening with a mix of love and fear. My throat burned, my hands trembling as I watched our newborn daughter, so small yet fierce, fighting for every breath. My pulse faltered, my eyes stinging with tears I fought to hold back, my stomach churning with the unbearable truth that while Hope was here, safe for now, Lily and Noah were out there, in Austin’s hands. My heart ached, my throat tightening as we left the unit, Olivia’s steps slow beside me, her pulse steadying mine despite the grief etched into her face. Back in her hospital room, I turned to her, my eyes burning with resolve, my heart fierce with a promise I couldn’t break again. “Olivia, I’m going to be strong,” I said, my v
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