Chapter 128 Solomia...
Chapter 128 Solomia...
“Kir! Get a grip!” Misha shook me. “I know this is a nightmare, but you HAVE to stay present! We’ll figure everything out, we’ll find them! Right now, Vicky needs to get to the hospital!”
Reality hit like ice water. I lifted my beloved into my arms and we rushed down to the parking garage, where an ambulance was already waiting.
Within minutes, we arrived at the nearest hospital. They took my wife away from me immediately.
Just as Misha predicted: she was in premature, fast-progressing labor.
He went to check on Marina at her hospital, while my father and Valentina rushed over to support me.
I felt like I was losing my mind. I had never felt this helpless in my entire life. The people dearest to me were in danger, in some unknown state—and there was nothing I could do.
I failed them. I didn’t protect them. I’m worthless!
These thoughts devoured me alive.
“Are you the husband of Yartseva?” A doctor ran out, worry etched on her face.
“Yes!” I stepped toward her at once, flanked by my father and Valentina.
“Victoria has regained consciousness and is calling for you. She’s hysterical—we need to calm her down. Her condition is dangerous for the baby, so we’ll likely have to perform an emergency C-section under general anesthesia.” She spoke quickly and led the way. I ran after her.
They handed me disposable scrubs, shoe covers, and a cap. I threw them on and entered the room—
And saw my girl crying, in pain. But I knew that the pain inside her heart was worse.
The moment she saw me, her sobbing intensified.
“Kirill, I’m scared! Where are my boys?!”
Her blue eyes searched mine for hope—for answers I didn’t have.
I wasn’t worthy of this woman or of our children if I couldn’t keep our family safe.
“Tell me they’re okay! Find them—do you hear me?! FIND my babies!”
Her voice broke into a scream, turning into a cry of pain, her body curling in agony—mine curling with hers. Watching her suffer was unbearable—worse, because I couldn’t take that pain onto myself.
“Vicky, my love, you need to try to calm down,” I tried to soothe her, though the urge to fall apart with her nearly crushed me. “I will find our boys—I swear. But right now, our little girl is hurrying to us too. We need to help her,” I whispered, kissing her hand, wiping her damp face—while trembling myself from fear for all three of them.
“I can’t, Kirill,” she cried, tearing my heart in two. “I WANT to calm down, but I can’t! I need to know they’re okay!”
“We’re putting her under,” the doctor said.
The anesthesiologist injected something into Vicky’s IV.
“She’s far too tense—it’s dangerous. She won’t be able to deliver safely, so we’ll help her.”
I stood there, white as the walls. I knew childbirth wasn’t easy, but seeing it all unfold…
They draped her with sterile cloth and placed a screen so she wouldn’t see the procedure.
I stood by her head, terrified to even glance at what the doctors were doing.
All I could do was hold her hand, kiss her cheeks, and silently beg every god to keep her and all our children alive.
In moments like this, your entire life flashes before you.
I love her—and our children—so much that I will die if anything happens to them.
Without Vicky, I simply could not exist.
And if something happens to my sons—I will never forgive myself.
After what felt like eternity, I heard a fragile, compressed cry.
My insides twisted violently.
A tiny, wrinkled, wet little being was lifted up for me to see.
“Congratulations, Daddy,” the midwife smiled. “It’s a girl. Two kilos seven hundred forty-four grams, forty-eight centimeters.”
And then they placed her in my arms.
I froze—completely.
Staring at this tiny miracle we created.
And again, guilt struck me: I hadn’t been there when our sons came into the world.
Only when warm tears fell onto my daughter’s blanket did I realize how overwhelmed I was.
“Hey, Daddy—have you decided on a name for her?” the doctor asked, pulling me back.
“Yes,” I whispered, smiling down at my little angel.
“Hello, Solomia.”