Chapter 2 - Oxygen and Ice
The darkness was heavy, suffocating, and cold.
When I finally pulled myself up out of the depths of general anesthesia, the first thing I registered was the terrible, hollow emptiness in my belly. My hand instinctively flew to my stomach. Where there had been a round, firm bump for seven months, there was now only flat, tightly bandaged skin and a sharp, throbbing ache that shot through my lower abdomen with every breath.
"Baby..." I groaned, my vocal cords dry and scratchy as sand. "Where... where is my baby?"
"Shh, sweetie. Don't try to sit up too fast."
A warm, steady hand enveloped mine. I blinked away the blurriness to see my father sitting in a vinyl armchair beside my bed. His signature dark suit jacket was gone, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the deep lines around his eyes looked as though they had been carved with a chisel overnight.
"Dad," I cried out, my voice cracking with desperation. "Is she alive? Please tell me she's alive!"
Henry leaned in close, kissing my forehead. "She is alive, Lily. She's a fighter, just like her mother."
A tear of absolute relief rushed down my cheek, burning the still-tender skin where Sienna had struck me hours earlier. "Can I see her? Where is she?"
"She's in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit," Henry explained softly, his hand stroking my hair. "She weighs three pounds, four ounces. Because she was born ten weeks early, her lungs haven't fully produced surfactant, so they have her on a ventilator to help her breathe. But the neonatologist said her brain scans are clear and her heart is stable. She is fighting."
"I need to see her, Dad. Put me in a wheelchair. Take me to her."
"Not yet, sweetheart. You lost a lot of blood during the emergency surgery. The doctors need you to rest for a few hours."
Just then, the door to the private room swung open. My legal counsel and long-time family friend, Marcus Vance—who was also the elder brother of my doctor—walked in carrying a thick leather briefcase. His expression was grim, devoid of his usual lighthearted humor.
"Lily," Marcus said, inclining his head respectfully. "Thank God you're awake. I wish I could offer you time to heal, but Parker has already initiated his counter-strike."
I forced myself to sit up higher against the pillows, ignoring the searing pain in my abdominal incision. "What did he do?"
Marcus opened his briefcase and pulled out a stack of legal documents, placing them on my bedside table. "At 4:00 AM—less than two hours after you were wheeled out of surgery—Parker’s attorneys filed an emergency ex parte motion with the county family court."
I frowned. "A motion for what?"
"Full legal and physical custody of the newborn, along with an emergency freeze on your personal asset distributions, claiming you are mentally unstable and unfit to care for a child."
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A bitter, cold laugh escaped my throat. "Unstable? He stood there while his mistress assaulted me! I have marks on my face and wrist to prove it!"
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