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Thirty minutes!

Thirty fucking minutes since he's been pacing in front of the ward where Natalie was kept and still they wouldn't let him see her or tell him how she was doing.

"Dad, is mommy gonna be alright?"

A muscle twitched beneath his eyes as he stared at his daughter and gave her a grim smile. 

"Your mom will be fine, don't worry."

He hoped to heaven that Natalie and his baby should be fine else he wasn't sure what he would do to Ed. It was his fault this has happened. If he hadn't craved juicy gossip from his family then he wouldn't have invited Sophie.

The door opened and the doctor stepped out. Dante walked up to him immediately.

"Doctor Jones, how are they?"

"Come with me to my office, Mr. Rodrigo."

Dante's body tensed as he followed the doctor to his office piled with stacks of files his favorite wigs.

"Take a seat, Dante."

"Is Natalie alright?" Dante asked. He was worried and didn't feel like seating