'Andrea, that's her name. That's my daughters name'
'Our-'
'She is my daughter. Mine. I'm not letting you take her and lock her up in a god dam tower like Rapunzel'
'Ill find her'
'Good luck then she is my daughter after all, husband'
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Currently, I'm sat in my hospital's waiting room while my wife delivers our 4th and 5th children as she didn't want me in there. "We have been here for 5 hours already and no doctors have came out that room, mother I'm worried what if she's having trouble I should go in there." I abruptly stand up going to find her room, but then my mother shouts.
"Sit back down. If something was wrong we would be notified now take your son. I need to go to the bathroom." She passes me my son and heads to bathroom. I sit down while my son is sleeping in my arms he was only two and probably wanted his mummy but she's in that dam hospital room. "Dad" My seven year old says while he pats my arm. "Is muma gonna be okay?" His face filling with sadness.
"She will be fine, your mumas a strong women okay? Go back to colouring." I say back to him. I hope she's okay.
20 Minutes later
BEEP BEEP "CODE RED" I hear a doctor scream. Then all of the sudden around 20 doctors and nurses run into my wife's room. Passing my two year old son to my mother I stand up and run over to a doctor. "What has happened is Thalia okay?"
"There's a complication with the birth sir, but i need to head in there now." The doctor heads into the room locking it behind him
"What do you mean there's a complication!" I go to open the door and find its locked I bang on the door for at least five minutes. A doctor comes out with a sad face. "I'm sorry sir she's gone"
"What do you mean gone"
"She's dead sir, she knew the risks of having another child but didn't care. Were sorry for your loss sir."
"What do you mean she knew? Are my babies okay?"
"One survived, the boy. While the girl didn't survive."
