*Lauren*
My eyes snapped open, the whiteness of the hospital room blinding me. Panic clawed at my chest, a wild, thrashing thing. I tried to sit up in my panic, but the pain nearly knocked the air out of my lungs. "My baby," I rasped, voice hoarse from disuse, "Where's my baby?"
"Shhh, Lauren, it's okay." Lucas was suddenly there, his presence a relief to my frayed nerves. His dark hair was ruffled, looking like he’d run his hands through it. He probably had, in worry. I tried to focus on him rather than the fear gnawing at me but it was nearly impossible.
"Lucas, tell me..." I couldn't even finish the sentence, the terror of not knowing constricting my throat. “The baby. It was too early. Please. Please tell me he’s okay. I need him to be okay, Lucas.”
