It was a level of tension none of them had ever experienced before, one that seemed to press into their bones.
Dallas had hated himself at different points in his life, but never this much. Not even close. The guilt sat heavy in his chest, suffocating.
He couldn't stop thinking about it, this was his fault. Axel hadn't just gone into labor; he had been thrown into it suddenly, dangerously, and now everyone could only hope that both he and the baby would survive.
He paced outside the room alongside Axel's parents, his steps uneven, restless. None of them could stay still.
Dallas had just found out some minutes ago that Axel had a personal doctor, someone trusted enough to keep everything a secret and skilled enough to handle something this complicated.
Over time, they had prepared for everything, turning one of the rooms into a fully equipped medical space so Axel wouldn't have to risk going outside. Everything had already been set long before today.
