The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 892

It was still early, so the hospital was quiet.

The maternity ward wasn't particularly busy either. Including Ivy, there were only three expectant mothers in the labor and delivery triage area.

The hospital already offered a policy that allowed husbands to be present for the birth, and given Jamison's status, his presence in the delivery room was an undisputed given.

Ivy's water had broken, but the contractions hadn't kicked in yet.

The lead obstetrician was performing the final checkups, evaluating both the babies' and the mother's vitals.

Suddenly catching sight of a familiar figure striding into the room, Ivy's eyes widened in surprise. "Why did you come in here?"

Jamison stopped right beside her bed and offered a simple response. "To stay with you."

"No need," Ivy rejected the idea instantly, shooing him away. "Get out of here and go do whatever you need to do. You're not an obstetrician."

Back in their birthing classes, the instructor had mentioned the hospital's support for spouses in the delivery room.

The idea was for the husband to hold his wife's hand, provide emotional support, and witness the birth of their child—ultimately appreciating the immense sacrifice of childbirth and deepening their bond.

The intentions behind it were undeniably good.

But the instructor had also warned that some men couldn't handle the bloody reality of the operating room, resulting in fainting spells or intense nausea.

Even worse, some men developed severe psychological trauma from witnessing the birth, losing all physical intimacy with their wives or experiencing stress responses just looking at them.

Of course, Ivy knew Jamison wasn't that kind of coward.

He was a surgeon, after all. He was entirely desensitized to gruesome, blood-soaked operating tables.

Even so, Ivy didn't want him in the room.

It was simply unnecessary.

It was a burden she could bear on her own; there was no reason to drag him through the wringer alongside her.

Whether it was a natural birth or a C-section, the pain was inevitable.

If Jamison stayed by her side, he would only be consumed by anxiety, heartbreak, and sheer helplessness.

While his physical health was fully restored, she absolutely refused to subject him to that kind of psychological torture.

The moment Ivy finished speaking, the attending doctor chimed in with a warm smile. "Dr. Ludwig just loves you too much to leave you alone. Let him stay. It's standard hospital policy anyway, and since we're all colleagues here, you should absolutely take advantage of the perk."

It was best to leave professional matters to the experts. This team of seasoned specialists definitely knew better than she did.

Soon enough, the test results were back.

"Everything looks good overall. There's a slight complication with the umbilical cord wrapping, but that's entirely normal for twins given the limited space in the womb," the lead surgeon reported, offering them a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. With all of us here, you're in the best hands. Time is of the essence, so let's get you moved to the operating room."

Ivy had been completely composed just moments prior, but the surgeon's words sent her heart racing with sudden nerves.

She forced herself to mask it, terrified that showing any fear would only make Jamison spiral into a panic.

She gently pulled her hand from his grip and patted his arm. "You head out now. Don't worry, the doctors just said I'm in the best hands."

Jamison stood up, but not worrying was an absolute impossibility.

His own heart was hammering against his ribs, and his legs felt weak.

But seeing Ivy remain so remarkably calm, he forced himself to swallow his fear and project a facade of steady strength.

"Alright. I'll step out. I'll be waiting for you right outside."