Salvatore’s POV

“Don’t fret, be strong, and stay still. Can you walk?”

“I can try…he can’t wait any longer.” she groans heavily, her labored breathing enamored as she speaks through the phone. My hands shook, scared, confused and angry at my inadequate care. I’m failing her again, leaving her to herself to deal with this when she needs me the most. This meeting can wait. Not my wife and child in a hurry to welcome this world.

“I know my love. Don’t be afraid and be of great composure. I'm getting to you now, don't hang up.”

“It hurts..”

“I know my love.”

“Is she in labour?” Erica inquired, eavesdropping...