My Husband Gave Her Our Son's Last Hour

Synopsis

My husband left the ward to drive the woman he loved before me to her gender reveal. Our son was seven, in bay six in a gown with rockets on it. The surgeon had given his heart forty percent. Before he went, Nathan told the clerk to take his own name off the consent form and put Bridget's beside mine. The clerk asked if she was family. "She's about to be," he said. I sat with Oliver's trainers in my lap, laces still tied. On that ward I was the one making a scene. They took him in at seven. Nathan's chair was still empty when they made the first cut.-