Chapter 80

Sarah

Vincent pushes open the hospital's double doors, and we step out into the sunlight. I keep Bryce close to my chest as he wheels me toward his car.

"We will be home soon," Vincent says.

"Feels surreal," I murmur, watching Vincent put Bryce in his car seat.

We are finally taking our baby home. I slide in next to him. Bryce's tiny hand wraps around my fingertip, and my heart does a somersault.

Vincent catches my eye in the rearview mirror as we drive off, his usual confidence replaced by a silent understanding of the delicate situation we've been thrust into. We exchange a look that says, 'We can do this,' without uttering a word.

The drive home was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the engine and the occasional beep from the portable monitor that now accompanied Bryce everywhere. He is still not completely stable, but just enough to go home with us.

Once home, we had to turn the baby room into a mini ICU. A small oxygen tank is standing in the corner, and nasal cannulas are at the