Celeste could only watch as the tall woman walked away down the hallway. She didn’t know how to take her words. Slowly, she turned to look at Peter, who was still standing inside the study.
Peter saw her and immediately started walking toward her.
"Celeste…" he whispered.
But the moment Peter laid eyes on her, a chill ran down his spine.
"Peter, I don’t care what just happened. Please… take me to the hospital…!" Celeste said, her forehead covered in sweat, her face contorted in pain.
The second she said those words, Celeste felt a warm liquid trickling down her legs. She stepped back slightly and, to her shock, saw that it was something very similar to urine.
Her water had just broken.
Peter immediately sprang into action. Without hesitation, he scooped her up and, before she even had time to process it, she was already in the passenger seat of the car.
He didn’t say a word to anyone as he sped out of the mansion, breaking every speed limit on the way.
When they arrived at the hospital’s emergency entrance, Celeste was in obvious pain. She tried to keep herself calm, but with every contraction, her body betrayed her. No matter how strong she tried to appear, she was suffering. And so was Peter, just watching her in that state.
A doctor quickly approached, asking the necessary questions. He seemed surprised—she still had a full week before reaching 28 weeks.
"Alright, ma’am… It looks like these babies are eager to come into the world, but I don’t think a natural birth is an option. We need to act quickly," the doctor said firmly.
"Can they really be born this early? Are their lives at risk?" Celeste asked, the fear in her voice undeniable.
"I understand your concern. The good news is that medical advancements have come a long way. But you should know that the babies will have to stay in the neonatal intensive care unit. We’ll do everything we can, but any birth before 28 weeks carries risks. Their organs, especially their lungs, aren’t fully developed yet, which could cause long-term complications."
"Celeste, love… Everything’s going to be okay, do you hear me? Everything’s going to be fine," Peter said, gripping her hand tightly.
Celeste was clearly terrified. She never imagined she would find herself in this situation. She wasn’t expecting her daughters to arrive so soon. She could only pray she wouldn’t have to relive the pain of her past.
"Peter…" Celeste whispered as they wheeled her away, her fingers slipping from his grasp.
Minutes passed—agonizingly slow minutes that felt like hours.
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