Baby Eric.

Ivan paced the halls of the hospital, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the space.

His mind was racing, his heart pounding in his chest as he glanced anxiously at the double doors that separated him from Eva.

Every moment that passed felt like an eternity, the weight of uncertainty and what might have happened to her pressed down on him like a heavy blanket.

Dressed in a burgundy knee-length gown, Quinn had come straight from a meeting the moment she heard the news.

Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, but her posture remained composed as she leaned slightly against the wall.

“It’ll be alright,” Quinn said softly, her voice was calm as she tried to offer reassurance. “Eva’s strong. She’ll pull through.”

Ivan nodded, though his stomach continued to twist in knots.

He could not shake the fear that something might go wrong. He kept glancing at the door, hoping that the doors would open up.

Inside the delivery room, Eva was fighting through the final stages of labor,