She looked exhausted, her eyes barely open before they landed on me. She gave me a weak smile and I saw that her eyes were glassy like she had been crying.
"Hey, Richard," she murmured.
I let out a relieved laugh, moving closer to her bedside. "You scared the shit out of me, Nita."
"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."
But I did. I knew exactly what happened and the culprit was going to pay.
I dropped into the chair beside her bed, running a hand through my hair. "You're alive."
"No shit, Einstein." she croaked trying to laugh. "Where's our baby?"
Before I could answer, the nurse from earlier entered, carrying a small bundle wrapped in soft pink fabric.
My daughter. My Queen.
The nurse smiled gently. "You have a strong girl here. The accident did nothing to scare her. Would you like to hold her?"
Nita looked at me, "Go on, Richard."
