My mother stood from the chair beside the bed while turning toward the entrance in confusion. Before anyone could speak Travis rushed into the room looking pale and frantic as if he had been running for miles.
“Where is she,” he demanded breathlessly while scanning the room.
“Travis you cannot just barge in here,” I said sharply while struggling to sit upright against the pillows.
He ignored my words and walked straight toward the crib beside my bed while his expression slowly changed from panic to stunned disbelief. His hands trembled as he looked down at the tiny sleeping baby.
“She looks exactly like me,” he whispered.
The entire room fell silent as the nurses exchanged uneasy glances near the doorway. I felt anger rising inside my chest because his sudden appearance felt like an intrusion into a fragile moment.
“What are you doing here,” I asked coldly.
He turned toward me with confusion and desperation mixed across his face. “Why did you never tell me the baby was a girl,” he asked.