Stella–POV
As I adjusted to my surroundings, I found Julie next to me, sleeping. Dawn light filtered through the window. I tried to roll out of bed, but my hand was restrained by an IV tube attached to the back of my hand and a beeping machine monitoring me. My hand instinctively went to my baby bump, caressing it gently.
“Baby is doing fine.” Julie's hoarse voice startled me. She gave me a weak smile.
“How long was I out?” I asked.
“A week,” Julie replied.
“It seems like all I do here is sleep,” I joked, but Julie gave me a stern look, not amused by my remark. She stopped me from getting out of bed until the doctor gave the green light. I ate something as Julie urged me to regain my strength. Once I was allowed to walk, I strolled around, grateful for the comfy waffle-knit long sleev
