7:42 AM – The First Morning in the Hospital
Freen woke up to the soft sound of beeping monitors and the gentle hum of the air conditioner.
Her back ached from the stiff hospital chair, but she didn't care.
The only thing she cared about—the only thing that mattered—was right in front of her.
Mon.
Her little girl, still fast asleep in the hospital crib, her tiny hands curled into loose fists, her breathing slow and steady.
Still warm, but better.
Not burning anymore.
Not whimpering in pain.
Freen let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.
It had been a long, terrifying night.
The IV was still in Mon's tiny arm, secured with soft bandages so she wouldn't pull it out.
Her skin still looked a little flushed, her eyelashes damp from all the tears she had shed hours before.
But she was okay.
She was here.
Freen reached out, smoothing a hand over Mon's soft hair.
A little sigh escaped Mon's lips, her body shifting slightly.
Freen felt her heart ache at the sight.
They had almost lost their minds last night.
The drive. The panic. The waiting.
The helplessness.
She hated that feeling.
She never wanted to feel it again.
A soft rustling sound pulled her attention to the other side of the hospital bed.
Becky.
Still curled up in the hospital chair beside Mon, her arms folded over her stomach, her head tilted at an awkward angle.
She hadn't even changed clothes.
Hadn't even combed her hair.
She had refused to move an inch since they arrived.
Freen sighed.
Slowly, she reached over, brushing a few strands of hair out of Becky's face.
Beautiful. Even now, even exhausted, even completely drained—Becky was the most beautiful thing Freen had ever seen.
Freen smiled softly.
Then, as gently as possible, she leaned in and kissed Becky's forehead.
Becky stirred, blinking blearily up at her.
"Freen?" she murmured, voice thick with exhaustion.
"Morning, baby," Freen whispered.
Becky sat up quickly, eyes immediately darting toward Mon.
"Is she—?"
"She's okay," Freen reassured her, squeezing Becky's hand. "Still a little warm, but she slept through the night."
Becky exhaled shakily, her whole body sagging in relief.
Freen hated how tired she looked.
"You didn't sleep," Freen pointed out softly.
Becky gave a weak chuckle. "Neither did you."
Freen just shrugged.
How could she sleep when her whole world was lying in a hospital bed?
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When the Story Continues (Sequel to When the Script Changes)
RomanceSequel to the story "When the Script Changes." This one, will follow Freen and Becky as they navigate life as new parents, balancing their love, responsibilities, and the chaos of raising Mon and Pin while still keeping their relationship strong.
