Birthday Roses - Part 3Tia awoke to a flurry of activity within her womb; opening her eyes slowly, she gave her belly a greeting pat. “I guess I better get used to you waking me up early, huh, baby?” she smiled, stretching languidly. Rolling over onto her other side, she was startled to find her husband nowhere in sight. The pillow beside hers was cold and empty. “Nate?” she called out. There was no response.
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It felt like he was watching a movie as he saw the doctor cleaning out his son’s mouth and nose. Jason beamed as their little boy, Jackson was almost certainly going to be his name, was nestled into his arms by a grinning nurse. Distantly, he wanted to hold him too but the mere seconds of relief following his exit had disappeared and the pain was back with a frightening intensity.