"Ms. Reynolds," the doctor lightly placed his hand on her shoulder, "the operation is finished. Ashley will take you to recovery when you're ready."
Susan began to cry heavily. Although she was strong and prepared going into surgery, she didn't expect to feel so empty and guilty post-op.
Ashley helped get Susan into the wheelchair and took her down the hall into a small, cozy room filled with comfortable furniture and bland decor.
"Do you need anything, Ms. Reynolds?" Ashely asked.
"I was going to name him Peter," Susan whimpered between sobs, "Little Petey Reynolds." She stared at her stomach.
"It'll be okay, Ms. Reynolds. Just press this button if you need me."