Chapter 12 - Labor of Love
Two weeks later, on a warm rainy evening, I was admitted to the VIP maternity wing of St. Jude Hospital.
Unlike the lonely, terrifying environment I had lived in during my marriage, the hospital room was filled with flowers, warm light, and unconditional love. Warren sat by my bedside, holding my hand through every contraction, along with my closest legal advisors and true friends.
At 3:15 AM, after hours of hard labor, a soft, loud cry filled the delivery room.
"It's a healthy baby girl!" the doctor announced, placing the warm, soft bundle onto my chest.
Tears of pure, unfiltered joy streamed down my cheeks as I looked at her tiny face, her blue eyes, and her soft tufts of chestnut hair.
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"She's perfect, Camille," Warren whispered, his eyes red with emotional tears as he kissed my forehead.
"Her name is Hope," I murmured, holding her tight against my heart. "Hope Sterling."
