Page 174 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

Christine jerks forward so fast she almost collapses.

“What?” Her voice breaks immediately. “What did you say?”

“She’s awake,” Atelia repeats, laughing through tears now. “The little menace is awake.”

Christine is already moving before the sentence fully finishes.

“Hey…” I catch her immediately when she stumbles.

“I’m fine,” she gasps, absolutely not fine.

“You’re limping.”

“My child is awake!” Her eyes are wild with hope.

Fair.

Everything blurs after that.

The corridor.

The nurses.

The machines.

All of it disappears beneath one singular, impossible relief pounding through my chest.

She's alive.

When we reach Blue’s room, Aisha is already there beside the bed openly sobbing while laughing at the same time.

“I knew it…” She cries. “I knew you were too stubborn to leave me alone with these people.”

Blue looks small beneath the blankets.

Tired.

Confused.

But awake.

Her little eyes blink slowly toward the doorway, finding Christine.

“Mommy?”

Christine breaks instantly, the sound leaving her doesn’t even resemble crying anymore. It’s more like relief tearing itself apart.

She rushes forward carefully, gathering Blue into her arms as gently as she can while tears pour freely down her face.

“Oh my God.” Christine laughs brokenly against her hair. “Oh my God, baby…”

“You’re squeezing too hard, Mommy.” Blue whines softly.

That somehow makes everyone cry harder.

Even Atelia turns away briefly.

Christine keeps kissing Blue’s face over and over like she’s trying to make up for every terrifying second she thought she might lose her.