The first thing I feel is shame.
The second is a ridiculous fear that I missed something important while I was out.
I open my eyes slowly and am met with a ceiling that’s far too white, lights that are far too bright, and a dull ache in my forehead. I’m sitting. No… half slumped in an uncomfortable chair, with someone holding my arm.
“Take a deep breath, sir,” a female voice says. “It was just a drop in blood pressure.”
A drop in blood pressure.
Of course.
Because grown men faint when they realize life has just doubled in size.
“Marco?”
Her voice.
Alice.
My heart starts racing before I even turn my head.
She’s lying on the exam table, one hand resting on her belly, her eyes too wide, too scared… but there. Okay. Alive. Whole.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
I get up too fast, ignori
