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As the paramedics wheeled her out to the ambulance, Lucas and Mister Petrakis followed closely, their expressions resolute. They were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united by their love and determination to protect Nathalie and her unborn child.

Inside the ambulance, Lucas stayed by her side, holding her hand and whispering words of comfort and encouragement. Nathalie squeezed his hand, drawing strength from his presence, knowing that no matter what happened, they would face it together. As the ambulance sped toward the hospital, its siren wailing through the streets, Lucas never let go of Nathalie’s hand. He kept his eyes locked on hers, his voice steady and soothing despite the turmoil inside him.

“Stay calm, Nathalie. Just keep breathing, alright? In and out, nice and slow,” he said, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. Nathalie nodded, her breath coming in shaky gasps as she tried to focus on his words. “It hurts, Lucas… it hurts so much.”

“I know, my love, but you’re doing great. Just a little longer, and we’ll be at the hospital. You’re strong, and our baby is strong too,” he reassured her, his voice filled with unwavering determination.

The paramedics worked efficiently, monitoring her vital signs and administering oxygen. “We’re almost there,” one of them said, glancing at Lucas with a reassuring nod.

Lucas leaned closer to Nathalie, his forehead resting against hers. “We’re almost there, sweetheart. Just keep breathing, okay? I’m right here with you.”

Nathalie closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of his voice and the feel of his hand in hers. Each breath was a struggle, but she pushed through, drawing strength from Lucas’s presence.

The ambulance finally pulled up to the hospital, and the paramedics quickly unloaded the stretcher. Lucas stayed by her side, his grip on her hand unyielding as they wheeled her through the emergency entrance. Nurses and doctors rushed to meet them, taking over and guiding the stretcher through the bustling hallways.

As they reached the ward, a nurse gently but firmly told Lucas he would need to wait outside for a moment. Lucas reluctantly released Nathalie’s hand, his eyes never leaving her face. “I’ll be right here, Nathalie. I promise.”

She gave him a weak, grateful smile before the doors closed, separating them. Lucas stood in the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. Every second felt like an eternity as he waited, his mind racing with worry and hope.

Mister Petrakis arrived shortly after, his face lined with concern. He placed a reassuring hand on Lucas’s shoulder. “She’s strong, Lucas. She’ll get through this.” Lucas nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “I know. I just hate not being able to do more.”

After what felt like an eternity, a doctor emerged from the ward. Lucas and Liam immediately approached, their eyes filled with anxious anticipation.

“Mr. Lucas, Mr. Petrakis,” the doctor began, “Nathalie is stable for now. We’re monitoring her and the baby closely. It’s important that she remains calm and stress-free. You can see her now, but please, keep things as calm as possible.”

Lucas nodded, relief washing over him. “Thank you, doctor.” He and mister Petrakis followed the doctor into the ward, where Nathalie lay on a hospital bed, her face pale but her eyes bright with relief when she saw them. Lucas hurried to her side, taking her hand in his once more.

“Nathalie, you’re okay. Hold on, baby.” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. She smiled weakly, squeezing his hand. “We’re okay, Lucas. Thank you for being here.”

Lucas leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’ll always be here for you, my love. Always.” Nathalie’s grandfather had also come and then stood on the other side of the bed. His hand resting on Nathalie’s shoulder. “We’re here, Nathalie. You’re not alone. Congratulations, my baby.”

As the doctors and nurses continued their vigilant care, Lucas, grandpa Lancaster, Mister Petrakis stayed outside the ward. Moments later, Sandro, Elle, Diego and Vivian rushed in, their faces etched with worry. Little Khal was in Sandro’s arms, as soon as they saw Lucas and everyone else. They hurried over, their eyes filled with anxious concern.

“Lucas, how is she? Is Nathalie alright?” Elle asked, her voice trembling as she reached out to touch his arm. Sandro, holding Lucas’s hand, echoed her concern. “What happened? Is she going to be okay? Is sis-in-law alright?”

Lucas took a deep breath, trying to stay composed for their sake. “She’s in the operating theater right now. The doctors are doing everything they can. She’s stable for now, but we need to stay calm and wait.”

Elle’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes welling with tears. Sandro put his arm around her, trying to offer some comfort. Lucas, sensing the tension, looked up at his father with wide, worried eyes. Vivian supported Elle as she was the surrogate mother. Sandro had already known the truth by now of her pregnancy.

Khal nodded solemnly, still clutching his toy. Elle knelt down beside him, pulling him into a gentle hug. “Mommy loves you very much, Khal. She’ll be back with us soon,” she said, her voice soothing. Grandpa Lancaster, standing nearby, spoke up, his voice steady. “Let’s all sit down and wait together. We need to be strong for Nathalie.”

They moved to the seating area, the tension palpable in the air. Elle sat with Khal on her lap, her hand gently stroking his hair. Sandro sat beside them, his arm around Elle’s shoulders, while Lucas remained standing, unable to sit still. Mister Petrakis stood beside him, offering silent support.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. The waiting room was quiet except for the occasional murmur of hospital staff and the distant hum of medical equipment. Lucas’s mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each one a mixture of fear and hope. He glanced at the clock, willing time to move faster, desperate for news.

Finally, the doors to the operating theatre opened, and the doctor stepped out, her expression serious but calm. Everyone rose to their feet, their hearts pounding in their chests.

“Mr. Lucas and family,” the doctor began, “Nathalie is out of surgery. She and the baby are stable. It was a close call, but she’s strong, and she pulled through. She’ll need to rest and be closely monitored, but for now, both mother and child are safe.”

A collective sigh of relief swept through the group. Elle hugged Lucas tightly, tears of relief streaming down her face. Sandro closed his eyes, whispering a prayer of thanks. Grandpa Lancaster and mister Petrakis’ shoulders sagged with relief, and Lucas felt a weight lift from his chest.

“Can we see her?” Lucas asked, his voice thick with emotion. The doctor nodded. “Yes, but only a few at a time. She’s still very weak and needs to rest.”

Elle and Sandro exchanged a glance, then looked at Lucas. “You go first,” Elle said softly. “She needs you.” Lucas nodded gratefully and followed the doctor down the hallway to Nathalie’s room. As he entered, he saw her lying in the bed, looking pale and exhausted but alive. Her eyes fluttered open as he approached, and she managed a faint smile.

“Lucas,” she whispered, her voice weak but filled with relief. He took her hand gently, his eyes misting with tears. “Nathalie, you’re so strong. I’m so proud of you. The doctor says you and the baby are safe.”

Nathalie squeezed his hand, her eyes closing briefly in exhaustion. “Thank you for being here,” she whispered. “I was so scared.” Lucas leaned down and kissed her forehead tenderly. “I’ll always be here, Nathalie. We’re in this together. Now rest, my love. You need your strength.”

As Lucas sat by Nathalie’s side, his heart filled with gratitude and relief, he heard the door to the room gently open behind him. He turned to see the doctor stepping in, a warm smile on her face, and in her arms, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, was a tiny baby girl.

“Mr. Lucas,” the doctor said softly, her smile growing wider, “congratulations. You have a beautiful, healthy daughter.” Lucas’s eyes widened with surprise and joy. He stood up slowly, his gaze locked on the precious bundle in the doctor’s arms. The doctor stepped closer, carefully handing the newborn to him. Lucas’s hands trembled slightly as he cradled his daughter for the first time, a rush of emotions flooding through him.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered, tears of happiness welling in his eyes as he looked down at his daughter’s tiny face, her eyes closed, her small lips forming a gentle pout.

The doctor nodded, her expression tender. “She is. Both she and Nathalie will need to rest, but they are both doing well. Congratulations again.”

Lucas looked up at the doctor, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you. Thank you so much for everything.” The doctor gave him a kind smile and a nod before leaving the room to give them some privacy.

Lucas turned back to Nathalie, who was still resting but seemed to sense the presence of their newborn. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed up at Lucas and the baby in his arms. “Nathalie,” Lucas said softly, stepping closer to the bed, “meet our daughter.”

A tired but radiant smile spread across Nathalie’s face as she reached out to gently touch their daughter’s tiny hand. “She’s beautiful,” she whispered, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

Lucas carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, still cradling their daughter. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Nathalie’s forehead. “You did it, my love. You brought our beautiful daughter into the world.”

Nathalie looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. “We did it together, Lucas. I couldn’t have done it without you.” As they sat together, marveling at the tiny miracle in their arms, the door to the room opened again, and Elle, Sandro, Diego, Vivian and the other two oldies entered quietly. Their faces lit up with joy and relief at the sight of Nathalie and the newborn.

Vivian rushed to the bedside, her eyes brimming with tears. “Oh, Nathalie, she’s gorgeous! Congratulations!” Diego stood beside her, a proud smile on his face. “She’s perfect. We’re so happy for you both.”

Grandpa Lancaster approached, his eyes soft with emotion. “You did great, Nathalie. You’re amazing.” He bent over and showed Khal his sister. Lucas nodded, smiling down at Khal.

“Yes, Khal. This is your baby sister. Would you like to meet her?” Khal nodded eagerly, and Sandro gently lifted him up so he could see better. He reached out a small hand to touch the baby’s tiny fingers, his face lighting up with a big smile.

Nathalie chuckled softly, her heart swelling with happiness. “Yes, she is, but she’s going to grow up strong, just like you, Khal.” The room was filled with love and joy as the family gathered around, celebrating the new addition to their lives. Lucas held his daughter close, feeling proud.

Meanwhile, Nathalie sat there in the bed in tears upon feeling the love her family had for her. Lucas looked down at Nathalie, who was gazing lovingly at their newborn daughter, and his heart swelled with love. Leaning closer to her, he whispered softly, “I love you, Nathalie.”

Nathalie’s eyes, already brimming with tears of joy, met his. She smiled tenderly, her hand gently resting on his cheek. “I love you too, Lucas,” she whispered back, her voice filled with emotion.

Lucas’s heart skipped a beat at her words, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, savoring the warmth and intimacy of the moment. Their daughter, nestled securely in his arms, stirred slightly, her tiny fingers curling around Lucas’s thumb.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.