Vinicio POVThe hospital room closed in tighter with every beep of the monitors. I stood beside Laurabeth's bed like a sentinel refusing to move. Her hand felt small and fragile in mine as another contraction built. She cried out gripping me harder. Sweat dampened her brown hair and her face twisted in pain. I hated every second of this helplessness. My power, my money, my reputation meant nothing against the battle raging inside her body."Breathe pumpkin," I commanded softly. My voice stayed low and rough. "I am right here. Feel me. Let my strength flow into you. You are not doing this alone."The doctor returned with two specialists I had demanded flown in immediately. They checked readings, adjusted drips and spoke in hushed urgent tones. I pulled the lead doctor aside again, my grip on his arm like iron. "Tell me the truth. What are her chances?"He hesitated. "Mr. Rossini we are doing everything possible but the placenta is detaching further. If another major wave hits we may ha
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