you were depressed, not just because you were sad, but because you felt like it was your fault your baby was pre-mature.

you haven’t gotten out of bed since your son was born, you haven’t eaten anything or drinked anything in the past three days…. You just coddle your son to your bare chest, in the dark, only moving slightly to let your son feed.

nurses have tried to take the baby away so you can get some rest, but you would refuse and get violent if any of them tried

at the moment, it was late at night, you were still holding your son, you were coughing, due to lack of water for the past three days….

suddenly the door opened slowly…. You couldn’t make out who it was until they spoke up…

“My love…..”

it was your fiancée….