Caleb's POV
I burst through the door without hesitation, and the scene before me almost brought me to my knees. But I forced myself forward, reaching for my wife's trembling hand.
"Caleb," she whispered as I wrapped my fingers around hers, holding tight.
Her face was drained of color, damp hair clinging to her skin. I brushed the strands away from her cheeks, my palm lingering against her fevered face.
"I'm right here, darling. Right here with you."
"The pain, Caleb," she gasped, tears streaming down her face. "I can't take much more."
"Yes, you can," I murmured, stroking her hair as my heart hammered against my ribs. "Remember what you told me before? You're going to get through this. You have to find that strength inside you. You're the strongest person I know." I pressed my lips to hers, gentle and brief. "Do this for me. For our daughter."
Her grip on my hand tightened, something fierce sparking in her tired eyes.
