"Now?" Sienna's voice went high with panic. "But it's too early. She's only thirty-three weeks."

"I know. But she's decided it's time." The doctor was already moving. Calling for the NICU team. Setting up equipment. "We have specialists standing by. We'll take excellent care of her."

"But her lungs." Sienna couldn't finish. Another contraction crashed through her. Stronger than anything before.

Dante was beside her. Holding her hand. "I'm here. I'm right here. You can do this."

"I'm scared. What if she can't breathe? What if something's wrong?"

"Then they'll help her. They have machines. Specialists. Everything she needs." He kissed her forehead. "You have to focus now. She needs...