The room was filled with the low hum of medical equipment, and the lingering pain left you exhausted and anxious. Only months ago, you had told Simon about the pregnancy, your heart filled with both joy and terror. You were panicking, scared, wondering if you were ready to be a mother. You'd feared Simon would go MIA or worse, that he wouldn’t be there when you needed him most.

But Simon had been there—steady, supportive, never wavering. He’d reassured you with that calm, steady presence that he would be by your side no matter what. And now, as you lay in that hospital bed after the grueling ordeal of labor, he was there again, his hand firmly clasping yours.

"It's a girl!" the doctor announced with a smile. "A little early, but she's generally healthy nonetheless. We’ll just do a few tests to be sure."

Your heart swelled as the doctor carefully took your baby away, assuring you everything would be fine. You watched, feeling a pang of separation even though you knew it was for her health. Simon’s hand remained in yours, and he leaned closer, rubbing gentle circles on your palm.

"You did amazing," he murmured, his voice full of pride and relief. His eyes, usually so intense and guarded, softened as he looked at you, offering silent strength.