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June 26, 2025 — 2:17 AMSt. Luke's Medical Center — Delivery Room

The world blurred.

Bright lights. Monitors beeping. The scent of antiseptic and sterile linens thick in the air.

Angel gripped the sides of the bed, sweat dotting her forehead. Her hair was tied back hastily, strands falling loose around her flushed face. Every breath came sharp and measured—until the next contraction stole it away.

"Deep breaths, ma'am," the nurse said gently. "You're doing great."

Matthew stood at Angel's side, both hands gripping hers. He was pale, his mouth dry, and his heart pounding so loud he could barely hear the machines. But his voice didn't waver.

"You've got this," he said, brushing his thumb along her knuckles. "You've done the impossible before. This is just another blueprint, remember?"

Angel managed a short laugh. "This one doesn't come with schematics."