The hospital kept Sienna for three days. Monitoring. Watching. Making sure the bleeding didn't return. Making sure Gabriel stayed safe.

Dante never left. Slept in a chair. Ate hospital food. Held her hand through every contraction. Every fear. Every moment of terror.

"I'm scared," she admitted. Second night. Dark. Quiet. Just them. "What if I can't carry him? What if my body fails? What if we lose him?"

"You won't. Your body is strong. You've done this before. Multiple times. You can do it again."

"I'm forty-two. Not thirty. Not twenty-five. My body is tired. Worn. What if it's not enough?"

"Then we deal with it. Together. But Sienna. Gabriel...