Third Person POV
A dishevelled looking Daniel stood in front of the closed doors with his arms crossed over his chest and his back leaning against the wall.
His eyes were filled with unshed tears, and his heart filled with unspoken worries.
He kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other and sighing for the umpteenth time.
He looked longingly at the door in front of him, waiting for it to open, it felt almost like he had been standing there forever when in reality it had only been about two minutes.
His calm demeanour conveyed nothing about the storm going on inside his head as different scenarios played out in his head.
What if something happens to her or the baby, he couldn't help these thoughts that kept running in his head and that made him stand up straight.
