RIVER.
The first few hours after the baby was born were chaotic, to say the least. Allison’s vitals stabilized, but she was still in a magic-induced coma. While Quinn, Emily, and the three idiots were down in the nursery, cooing over the baby, I chose to stay back and check on Allison. Someone had to keep watch over Allison. Wesley was busy doing another round of checkups on her.
I sat by her bedside, holding her hand. It felt small, fragile in mine, very different from her usual fiery strength. I missed the sound of her voice, her feisty attitude, the usual scowl on her face. f**k, I missed her so much. My thumb brushed over her knuckles, and I pressed a kiss to her hand.
Please wake up, Allison. Please be okay. The baby needs you. I need you.
Wesley’s hand clapped my shoulder, joltin
