Chapter 4 - THIRTY-FOUR WEEKS"You're already six centimeters dilated."
Dr. Chen's words seemed to echo through the room.
Ryan squeezed my hand.
"Is she going to be okay?"
"We're going to do everything we can."
That sentence terrified me more than anything else.
The next contraction came.
"I need to push."
Dr. Chen looked at the monitor.
"Okay. We're having this baby."
The room exploded into organized chaos.
Lights.
Gloves.
Monitors.
Voices.
Ryan stayed beside me.
"You can do this."
"I can't."
"Yes, you can."
I screamed.
Then pushed.
Again.
And again.
And suddenly—
silence.
For one horrifying second, there was no sound.
Then our daughter cried.
A tiny, furious cry.
The most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
"It's a girl."
Ryan broke down.
He kissed my forehead.
"We did it."
I held our daughter against my chest.
She was tiny.
Fragile.
Perfect.
Olivia.
Her name came naturally.
She was our light.
Our little miracle.
But peace lasted less than an hour.
A nurse suddenly hurried into the room.
"There's a woman downstairs demanding to see the baby."
My stomach tightened.
"Who?"
The nurse hesitated.
"She says she's the grandmother."
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I already knew.
Diane had found us.
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