For eight grueling, intense hours, the private labor suite at Mount Sinai was filled with the rhythmic sounds of labor, soft encouragement, and unyielding devotion. Alexander never left Avery’s side for a single second. He stood by the head of the bed, his suit jacket discarded, his shirt drenched with sweat, his large, calloused hands holding Avery’s trembling fingers in a crushing, comforting grip. Whenever a contraction seized her, he…
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