I leaned closer, my voice low and steady. "You're the strongest person I know, Isabella. You've overcome everything life has thrown at you. This is no different. And you're not alone. I'm here, always."
The nurse glanced at the monitor. "You're doing great, Isabella. The baby's almost here. Just a few more pushes."
The room was a whirlwind of motion as the medical team prepared for the final stage of labor. Isabella's doctor, Dr. Lane, stood at the foot of the bed, her calm professionalism a reassuring presence.
"You're doing beautifully, Isabella," Dr. Lane said. "On the next contraction, I want you to push as hard as you can."
Isabella nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks from the pain and the overwhelming emotions coursing through her.
I pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You're almost there, love. Just a little more."
