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Antonio's eyes met Leo's. "I understand the risks, Leo, but we don't have a choice. The baby is premature, and we can't provide the care Sophia needs here. The hospital has the equipment to monitor both of them."
Leo nodded with a heavy heart, his agreement tinged with worry. I didn’t fully understand what they were saying, nor did I care. What I cared about at the moment was getting this child out of me.
Together, they helped me to my feet, their support a lifeline during the pain. We descended the seemingly endless elevator ride to the ground floor and emerged outside.
Leo's car became a refuge, and I eased myself into the backseat, clutching my aching belly. Antonio took the driver's seat, and the car roared to life as we sped toward the hospital.
The hospital loomed ahead, its entrance bathed in the harsh glow of fluorescent lights. As we pulled up to the entrance, I could feel the tension in the air, a palpable mix of fear and anticipation.
Antonio quickly parked the car, and with Leo's help, I gingerly exited the vehicle, each step sending a jolt of pain through my body.
We hurried through the automatic sliding doors, and the sterile scent of the hospital washed over me, starkly contrasting the chaos we had left behind.
Inside, the hospital staff was already prepared for my arrival. Dr. Hernandez, the skilled obstetrician overseeing my pregnancy, was waiting. She greeted us with a reassuring smile and immediately guided me to a wheelchair.
Once seated, I was swiftly wheeled through the hospital's familiar corridors and elevators. I felt a sense of relief knowing that we were in a place equipped to handle the complexities of premature birth, especially one tied to the secretive world of the mafia.
In the delivery room, the atmosphere was calm and controlled. Dr. Hernandez confidently led the medical team, her years of experience shining through.
Nurses efficiently prepared the necessary equipment while Antonio and Leo remained by the door, keeping their eyes on the doctor and nurses.
As the contractions intensified, Dr. Hernandez guided me through each stage of labor with a calm and reassuring demeanor.
I focused on her instructions, knowing that she was not only an expert but also someone trusted by Matteo for these delicate situations.
Time seemed to fly by as I worked through the pain, and soon enough, my baby arrived—a delicate, precious baby girl. The cries of my premature baby filled the room, a chorus of hope amid the shadows of our reality.
As the medical team carefully attended to my newborn baby girl, their movements were deliberate and gentle. The room seemed to hush in reverence for the delicate life that had just entered the world.
Dr. Hernandez and her team assessed my baby's vital signs, including heart rate, breathing, and oxygen levels. Their experienced hands cradled our little one, providing warmth and comfort.
Next to my hospital bed, an incubator had been prepared in advance, its temperature and humidity carefully regulated to mimic the protective environment of the womb.
Our baby was carefully placed inside, surrounded by a clear plastic chamber that shielded her from potential infection and helped maintain a stable temperature.
I watched with a mixture of hope and anxiety, my heart aching to hold our child but knowing that the best place for her right now was in the capable hands of the medical team.
Antonio and Leo stood by the incubator, their eyes fixed on my daughter, who was also the daughter of their leader.
Dr. Hernandez took a moment to reassure us, explaining that while our baby had arrived earlier than expected, they were showing good signs of resilience.
She emphasized the importance of time and patience in the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU), where my baby would receive round-the-clock monitoring and care.
The medical team continued to work diligently, connecting our baby to monitors and gently administering the necessary treatments.
I couldn't help but marvel at their dedication, expertise, and efforts in giving our baby the best possible chance at a healthy life.
Lying in the hospital bed, I couldn't shake the whirlwind of emotions that had accompanied the premature birth of our baby. I was filled with a mixture of exhaustion and relief.
As I gazed down at the tiny, fragile form of my baby, who had arrived almost two months earlier than expected, my heart swelled with a love I had never known. I couldn't help but marvel at the miracle of life.
Leo's voice was filled with genuine warmth as he spoke, a rare smile gracing his usually composed features. "You know, Sophia, Matteo would be overjoyed to see his daughter.”
I turned my gaze toward Leo, my heart touched by his words. His smile was infectious, and it was impossible not to respond with a small smile of my own. Even Antonio, who was often serious, wore a faint but heartfelt smile.
Leo's words were a soothing balm to my heart, and for a moment, I allowed myself to be enveloped in the happy moment.
The thought of Matteo's joy at seeing our daughter brought a fleeting smile to my face, mirroring the gentle expressions of both Leo and Antonio.
