You've never experienced such fear. Not until now.

The past nine months had been a storm, complications, pain, the constant threat that something could go wrong.

Every doctor's visit came with another worry, another risk, another reason to stay up all night crying into Lando's chest as he held you, whispering promises you were too afraid to believe.

But nothing compared to what had just happened.

Hours ago you felt a sharp pain. Then there was blood, the sheer fear of feeling something move inside you. It broke you.

The ride to the hospital was a blur of headlights, sirens and his voice, his desperate voice begging you to hold on.

Now, as you lay in the hospital bed, hooked up to monitors, you felt like you were drifting. Empty. Hollow. Until you heard it.

A heartbeat.

Your baby's heartbeat.

"The baby is still here. Still fighting."

Lando make a choked sound next to you, his hand gripping yours so tight it almost hurt. He finally looked at you, his blue eyes are red and glassy.

You sob, the weight of everything crashing down on you. Lando leans forward and presses his forehead against yours, his breath warm on your skin.

"You're so strong!" He whispers. "Both of you."

But before you can even breathe, another wave of pain hits you.

This time it was worse.

A searing, unbearable pressure shoots through you and you scream as you cling to Lando's arm.

Monitors beep. Doctors rush in.

Everything happens too fast.

"Baby, you have to fight! You have to push!" Lando's voice is in your ear, frantic but firm. "I'm here. I'm not leaving you."

With every ounce of strength you have left, you fight.

For yourself. For your baby.

And for him. The man who never left your side, even when everything seemed impossible.

And then, through the pain, the fear and the chaos-

A cry. A tiny, perfect, breathtaking cry.

Your whole world stops. Lando sobs and his head falls onto your shoulder as the doctor places the baby on your chest.

"You did it, baby! I'm so proud!"