The news hit Simon like a physical blow. He was supposed to have more time. Two weeks, the doctors had assured him. Yet, here he was, miles away from the woman he loved, in an interrogation room while his wife was in the hospital giving birth to his daughter.

Hours later, he sprinted through the hospital corridors, heart pounding. The closer he got to your room, the more nervous he grew. He took a deep breath, his hand trembling as he reached for the doorknob.

The first thing he saw was you. Your tired eyes met his with a small smile.

He started to speak, his voice thick with emotion, "Love, I'm so sorry I wasn't here…" But his words died in his throat as his gaze fell upon the tiny bundle nestled against your chest.