CHAPTER FIFTY
LUCIAN
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I stared down at Brie, willing her to be alright, desperately praying that our baby was safe.
I had carried her home and quickly ordered for a doctor.
She was bleeding.
I had the dreadful feeling that it was too late, miraculously as our baby had appeared, it had been too good to be true, and now it was going to leave. We would never get to know if the baby would have been a girl or a boy. Despite these negative thoughts, I desperately was clinging to a last straw of hope.
The doctor's gaze held confusion mixed with uncertainty.
"What's it?" I spoke, expecting to hear the worse from him.
"How far along was she?" He asked and a frown formed across my face, what had that to do with anything? I only wanted to know if the baby was fine.
