âThere is no hurry.
Iâll grab you breakfast,â Lyndon offered.
âThanks.
â Rosalynn smiled in gratitude.
âYou are welcome.
â
Lyndon nodded as he headed out.
Rosalynn stepped into the ward, finding Hutton lost in thought, holding Valeriaâs hand.
She sighed and took a seat on the couch, remaining silent.
Soon, Valeria stirred as the anesthesia wore off.
âHow are you feeling, Valeria?â
Huttonâs voice softened.
Rosalynn rose swiftly, approaching.
âValeria,â she said softly.
âRosalynn.
â
Valeria focused, then greeted Rosalynn first.
âHow are you feeling?â
Rosalynn asked softly.
Valeria glanced at Hutton, touching her abdomen instinctively.
âWhereâs our baby? Is the baby okay?â
At the mention of their unborn baby, Huttonâs eyes teared up.
He squeezed Valeriaâs hand, struggling to speak.
âThe baby⦠didnât make it.
â
Valeriaâs eyes widened.
âWhat? How couldâ¦â
Hutton couldnât find words in his grief.
Rosalynn jumped in.
âValeria, you two have time on your side.
You can try again.
â
Tears welled up in Valeriaâs eyes.
She grabbed Huttonâs hand and struck him hard.
âItâs your fault! You killed my baby!â
Hutton took the hits without protest.