Marabella's POV
I paced the hospital room, waiting for Luca to come back. With everything settled, my anxiety is in complete overdrive. Luca is my muse. The one to help me control this shake in my nerves. "Sorella", Marco's scratchy voice made me jump. I turned to look over at him. The helplessness on his face made my stomach churn with remorse. "Can you sit down, please? You are making it worse for me", he uttered.
I nodded, as I sat in the corner chair. "I'm sorry", I whispered. "It's okay. Thank you for staying with us", he acknowledged. "Of course", I said, watching Kayla's vitals on the monitor. There was a soft knock on the door, making my ears perk. My excitement quickly deflated when I noticed that it was a nurse and not my husband. "Hey. I'm just checking on our girl here", she
