CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE – A COMPLICATION IN TERM

Logan Maine burst through the emergency room doors, his usually immaculate appearance in disarray. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and his hair was disheveled from running his hands through it repeatedly. "I'm looking for Deonna Vernetti," he said breathlessly to the nurse at the reception desk. "She was brought in by ambulance. She's pregnant." The nurse typed quickly on her computer. "Yes, Mr. Maine. Your wife is currently being examined by Dr. Patel. If you could take a seat in the waiting area, someone will be with you shortly." Logan opened his mouth to argue but thought better of it. He nodded curtly and made his way to the waiting area, his legs feeling like lead. As he paced back and forth, memories of the past few months flashed through his mind. The arguments, the tension, the moments of unexpected tenderness. He'd never imagined himself as a father, and the reality of it had been overwhelming. But now, faced with the possibility of losing Deonna and their child, Lo