"Hailey," he said, his voice a raw, ragged whisper. "You're awake. Thank God, you're awake."
He reached out and took my hand, his touch a desperate, grounding force. His hand was cold, clammy, and it was trembling.
"The baby," I said, my voice a raw, raspy whisper. "Dominic, the baby..."
He immediately shook his head, "The baby is fine." He said, as he squeezed my hand. "Our little baby is a fighter, just like I said they would be." He said, as he wiped away a tear that was rolling down my cheek. "But that’s not why I’m crying. Hailey, when I got a call from Tricia that you passed out. Nothing prepared me for the condition I was going to meet you in. You were laying in a pool of blood, there was literally blood everywhere, it looked like a crime scene. I thought… I thought I lost you. I
