Liam POV
I was completely enveloped in the haze of deep sleep when I felt myself being pulled out of it, as though drawn by an invisible thread. My senses returned slowly, but the unfamiliarity of my surroundings jolted me fully awake.
The sterile white walls, the faint beeping of a heart monitor, and the distinct antiseptic scent told me I was in a hospital room. I blinked, disoriented, my mind scrambling to piece together how I had ended up here.
My gaze darted around, and just as panic started to creep in, a soft, familiar voice cut through the fog in my mind.
"Liam, don't you want to meet your son?"
The words struck me like lightning, freezing me in place. My heart skipped a wild beat, then began to race, thundering in my chest. My son?
I turned slowly toward the voice, my breath caught somewhere between disbelief and hope.
