The hands that had been shoving me toward the door went slack.
I seized the opening immediately.
"Darrell, just wait three more days. Or if you're really that worried, we can monitor things for a few more hours. If you're still not at ease after that, I'll do whatever you say."
"Alright..."
"Darrell!"
The door burst open from the outside. Rebecca cut him off before he could finish.
She stood in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes locked on him.
"Did you already forget what you just told me?"
Darrell's entire body went rigid.
He yanked his hand off my belly as if he'd been burned and grabbed the rail of my hospital bed.
His voice turned ice-cold as he barked at the assistant trailing behind Rebecca.
"Get my wife into the operating room."
I clamped both hands around the doorframe. My nails bent backward, and blood seeped from beneath them.
"Darrell Farley, this is my child. I decide what happens. I'm not going!"
His tone stayed gentle, but underneath it was something immovable.
"Beverly, I'm doing this for your own good. Be a good girl."
He pried my fingers off the doorframe one by one, wrenching them loose, then shot a look at the assistant frozen in place.