09-16-2018, 08:29 PM
Caleb woke with a start as a hand settled over his shoulder - his own hands went to his stomach protectively, curling around the mound of baby inside of him. Blearily he looked up to see Dr. Evans, Zach, and Debbie all hovering about his bed "Is something wrong?" he asked quietly, tears quickly springing to his eyes "My baby... our... our son... is he okay Dr. Evans?"
You can lead a horse to water, but cannot force a horse to drink.