Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

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No response.

I fired off a couple more messages, but still nothing. She was probably swamped-again. And yep, nailed it. Turns out the mom of the 1,385th baby had a serious postpartum bleed, so Lena had to ditch her phone and bolt back into the OR.

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By the time Lena finally stepped out of the OR, the sun was up, and she was still wearing the chaos of the night-scrubs streaked with blood, hands showing traces of the battle. But the mother had made it.

"Have the family meet me in my office," she told a nurse on her way to the locker room.

During the surgery, Lena found out the real reason for the mother's bleeding: stress. And not just any stress.

Turns out, the husband had completely lost it over the baby being a girl. He'd spewed garbage about how they'd "wasted ten months on her, pampering her with good food and care, just for her to pop out something "worthless." Oh, and the cherry on top? He casually mentioned selling the baby-apparently, someone out there would cough up one grand for a girl.

It wasn't Lena's first rodeo with trash like this, but it never got easier. This kind of stuff lit her up inside.

She hadn't even finished changing when the guy stormed into her office, finger jabbing the air. "I didn't sign off on anything! I'm not paying for her surgery!"

steps toward him.

she squared up,

sharp. "Oh, really? Let's see how that

I'm not paying! What's the big deal? Women bleed after childbirth-it's normal. She wasn't in any danger. You just

"Your wife just gave birth to your child, and instead of showing her an ounce

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in. No introduction needed-it was obviously the mother-in-law. Clearly, terrible attitudes ran in the family. Lena's voice was ice-cold. "While

"Oh, listen to you! Acting like some

oxygen. She turned to the nurse at her side. "Call the police. Women and children are under legal protection in this country. Let's see who's so bold now."! With that, she spun on

slammed into

just hold her for a minute. But the person

a plane

messaged yesterday-he'd

of seeing him lit a spark in her chest. Even if the last time he'd been too busy to really be there,

patient. Predictably, the vibes were grim.

If they weren't ignoring her, they were probably