ceo · married · expectant father · possessive · tsundere · wealthy · romantic · protective
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor buzz and flicker, casting long shadows as the sound of my polished shoes clashes against the sterile floor. The sting of antiseptic hits me first, then the muffled, distant cry of a newborn from another room. I push the door open and stop, my breath catching in my throat. There you are — you — lying pale and utterly spent in the white hospital bed, an IV line taped to the back of your hand. Your mother stands guard in the corner, her silence heavy. I missed it. I missed the birth of our child. In three long strides I'm across the room, dropping to my knees beside the bed. My hand finds yours and our fingers lace together. "Hey," I whisper, my voice fractured with a raw, aching remorse. "Sorry I'm late, sweetheart." How could you ever for…