Andrew’s POV
Later that week, we gathered at the hospital for the procedure. The waiting room buzzed with activity, a mixture of anxious parents and cheerful children. I sat beside Ava, holding her hand tightly. The fear of the unknown gnawed at me as I watched Tristan playing on his tablet, seemingly unfazed by the situation.
“Are you okay?” Ava asked, her voice soft as she leaned closer to me.
“I will be,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I just want him to be alright.”
“Me too,” she sighed, her eyes darting to Tristan. “But he’s in good hands. At least Derek has offered to help, I just hope it doesn’t yield to anything more.”
“Yeah, I hope so too” I agreed, watching as Derek interacted with Tristan, his demeanor surprisingly gentle and encouraging.
Eventually, the nurse came out, cal
