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BONUS PT. 2 ( FINAL )

VESTA'S POV

The room spun wildly, and my body convulsed, drenched in sweat, as I clung desperately to the hospital bed's edges. Each breath was a battle for me. I was trying hard to keep my eyes open.

Amidst the noises I heard , the relentless beeping of monitors. Through my blurred vision, I discerned the frantic movements of the nurse and assistant surgeon.

"Her blood pressure is plummeting."

"Vesta!" The man I love almost screamed. And that's the only voice that was ringing clear in my ears.

Taehyung stood beside me, his surgical mask pulled down, revealing a face contorted with fear. He was terrified. His calm hands were trembling as they enveloped mine, his grip was firm.

"Sweetheart please," his voice cracked. "You're in danger. The baby's in danger. We need to perform a cesarean now-"

Tears blurred my vision further gripping onto his palm. "No...I want to do this- I need to."

Frustration and anguish flashed across Taehyung's face. "This isn't about how we had planned- " he exclaimed, his voice rising. "It's about your life. I CAN'T RISK IT."

"I can do this!" I snapped out taking a deep breath before groaning.

He exhaled sharply. "Vesta, I can't lose you- why don't you understand-"

"You won't." I murmured by cutting him off,  squeezing his hand with whatever strength I had left.

He leaned in, pressing a fervent kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering as if to imprint his strength onto me. "I'm right here," he murmured against my skin. "We'll do this together."

With Taehyung's hand clutching mine, his gaze locked onto me, I took a deep breath, channeling every ounce of love and hope that had left within me.

With a final, desperation, the pressure eased, and I felt a rush of relief. I collapsed back against the pillow, my chest heaving as I took in deep, ragged breaths.

"It's a girl."

I blinked through the tears clouding my vision as she placed our newborn daughter on my chest. The tiny, fragile weight of her was almost unbelievable. I looked down, my heart swelling with emotion at the sight of her.

She was perfect-pink and squirming, with a shock of dark hair and a tiny, wrinkled face that was scrunched up in a cry.

But even in that moment of pure joy, something was missing. I turned my head, searching for Taehyung. He was standing a few feet away, his back turned to me, but I could see his side profile, partially visible in the dim lights. His shoulders were trembling.

He was crying-crying so hard that it shook his entire frame.

Dr. Kim, who was always so strong, so composed, was falling apart right before my eyes. I could feel my own tears streaming down my cheeks, mixing with the sweat and exhaustion, but all I could think about was reaching out to him, needing him to be here with us.

"Taehyung," I called out, my voice weak and shaky. I reached out with one hand, gripping his arm. He didn't move, didn't turn to face me. He just stood there, his body wracked with sobs, unable to look at me or our daughter.

I tugged at his arm again, more insistently this time, trying to pull him towards me. "Taehyung, please." I whispered. "Look at her. Look at our daughter."

He resisted at first, his feet rooted to the spot. It was like he couldn't bring himself to turn around, too overwhelmed by his own emotions. I could feel him trembling under my touch, the tears still streaming down his face, and I knew how deeply he was feeling this, how much it all meant to him.