Aria almost lost hope of having Alan by her side but she heard steady yet quick dress shoe footsteps behind her so she mumbled trying to look behind the almost closing door, "Alan…"
The door again widened and heard a deep sigh as a warm palm enveloped her palm, "Sorry, traffic…" Alan caressed her head.
Aria started whining, "Alan, I am scared, will they cut my stomach open? How long will they take? How will the babies be?..." Her questions went on while Alan tried to calm her knowing she wouldn't think anything if he is next to her and asks him questions.
Alan quickly wore the surgical gown as the ward boy helped him. Aria was in pain and she was wearing a flowy mid-length dress hence she was immediately shifted inside the labor ward without changing to a hospital gown. Alan didn't leave her hand as he continued to cool her wiping her tears seeing her in pain,
