Frankie panicked as he saw how weak you had gotten. He held your hand through the whole process, whispering words of encouragement as you pushed a baby out of you. You both had always wanted a big family. And this was your first, who you waited for with longing.

"Oh, shit. It's out, baby..." Frankie said with excitement as you relaxed.

But there was a silence that made you both realize something was wrong. You heard the doctors whispering, tools clicking against the metal table where they checked the baby.

"What's wrong?" You asked, still catching your breath from alm that labor.

Frankie couldn't see the baby with all the doctors moving and barking orders. He didn't want to move from your side, still holding your hand.

"How are they? Is the baby okay?" He asked louder, and the look a nurse gave him made his heart sink.

You started to panic. You haven't heard the baby cry once. Not a sound. Your heart raced with the possibility that it wasn't okay. Frankie was already growing impatient.

"I want my baby! Bring me my baby!" You shouted at them.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Morales." The doctor said as they brought the baby to your chest.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as soon as you felt her and all Frankie could do was embrace you as he saw you break.