The line went silent.

"You can't be serious.”

"I am."

"Roman, you haven't practiced medicine in years."

“She’s my wife.” His grip tightened.

“And no one is putting her or my child at risk.”

Theon exhaled. "Roman, you are not even specialized in this aspect, if something goes wrong—"

"It won't.” He paused. “I remember enough to get my wife and child through this.”

Another silence settled between them.

"I'll catch the next flight," Theon said. "I should be there in—"

"You'll be too late." Roman cut him off. "The baby is coming now."

The snow swallowed the road ahead.

"Keep your phone on," Theon said. "I'll talk you through...