Damon's POV
"Mr. Westin?" Dr Patel's gentle voice cut through the sterile hum of the hospital corridor as I approached Aria's room. She offered a professional smile, though her eyes held relief. "I have your update: Aria and the twins are stable. You can see her now."
"Thank you." I nodded, swallowing the knot in my chest. My steps felt heavy with exhaustion and worry. Yesterday's board crisis still thrummed in my mind, but nothing mattered more than Aria and our unborn children.
I paused outside the room, inhaled deeply, and opened the door. Aria lay in the bed, pale but peaceful, the soft rise and fall of her belly mirrored by the twin heartbeats on the monitor. Maya sat nearby, holding Aria's hand. The sight of them eased something in me, though concern still beat fiercely in my heart.
