After being put through the wringer, Molloy was wheeled into the recovery room ninety minutes later, hooked up to more wires and drips than Joey had ever seen in his life.

When he was taken in to be with you, he felt faint.

You were grey in color. Fucking grey.

All completely normal, Joey was continuously reassured of by the nurses and doctors still gathered around you, monitoring your vitals, as he remained by your side. His attention flicked between the girl asleep on the bed, and the baby that had been returned to him with his mother.

Baby girl Molloy, Date of birth: 30/08/05, Time of birth: 02:22.

Was scribbled on her little hand and ankle name tags, but Joey didn't think he needed any of that to be recognized.

She was every inch his mother's daughter with clumps of bloodied blond curls matted to her litcle head, and a pair of lungs she clearly inherited from his mother's side.

Even though you lost a lot of blood after delivery, the team had managed to stop the postpartum hemorrhaging without having to operate, but the thought of how they managed to do that sent a shiver down his spine. Joey was grateful that they knocked you out, because nobody deserved to be put through that kind of physical manhandling. Torture. That was the only word for it.

For what Joey witnessed them do to save you and the baby's lives. "You're amazing." Joey whispered, leaning over the bed, as he pressed a kiss to your clammy forehead. "You're a soldier, baby."

Repressing the urge to pull your sleeping frame into his arms and cling to you, he continued to hover anxiously. With your daughter in his arms, Joey needed you to wake up and stay asleep all in one breath.

"I'm so proud of you," Joey whispered, using one hand to adjust the blanket draped over your limp body. "You're a queen."

"We'll be moving her back up to the labor ward soon," One of the nurses told Joey, as he adjusted the flow of whatever the hell they had dripping from a bag into the IV line in your arm.

"She's going to be in and out of it for a few more hours," He added. "All normal, so nothing to worry about. Her body has been through it, and she needs time to rest and recover. She has a catheter in, so no need to wake her, Dad."

"She'll be okay, though, won't she?"

"Absolutely," He reassured Joey, smiling down at the baby in his arms. "This little girl has a one heck of a fighter for a mammy."