Abel
Dr. Winters approached with anesthesia options, explaining that Millicent would be awake but numb for the cesarean. Standard procedure, she assured us, even for emergency deliveries. Millicent nodded, trying to be brave, but I could feel her trembling.
"Tell me about the baby," she said suddenly as they prepared to begin. "What they'll be like. Distract me."
I squeezed her hand, searching for words that wouldn't sound hollow. "They'll have your stubbornness, definitely. Probably come out arguing with the doctors about proper procedure."
She managed a weak laugh. "And your arrogance. Poor kid won't stand a chance at being humble."
"They'll be an artist," I continued, warming to the theme as the medical team worked behind the sterile drape. "But also a warrior. They'll paint master
