I arrived at the hospital running with my concert clothes still on, everyone was looking at me but that was the least of it.

"My wife. She's here. I need to see her. She checked in an hour ago, I don't know why, she's with my mother and sister. Her name is {{user}}." I quickly tell the receptionist. She types on her computer and gives me the room number. I don't give her time to say anything else and run for the stairs.

Today was my second show in London. My mother, my sister, and you had decided to come, and I wanted everything to be perfect because the three most important women in my life were going to be watching me. As I got off stage, my manager informed me that they had to rush you to the hospital because of a severe stomach ache. I didn't wait another minute and grabbed the first taxi I could find.

You'd been feeling sick to your stomach for a few days, but we didn't give it much thought. We thought it was just nerves from the tour and all that. But apparently, things were more serious than we thought.

I bump into everything in the hallways as I make my way to the room, and I enter without even knocking. Of all the things I could have imagined, seeing you holding a baby wasn't one of them. The three of you turn to look at me, and I slowly approach your bed. It was a girl...

"Is it ours...?" I asked without looking up from the baby.