A/N - Ok, I am writing an ongoing story titled 'Say it isn't so' and I've run into a mental road block. (Any muses out there?? I need one!)

I can usually unblock with a few shorter stories, and this little number popped into my head as an Old Tim McGraw song played on my way home from my daughter's school this morning. Enjoy.

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He sat nervously in the cold, white hallway. The small of disinfectant burned his nostrils with every breath he took in.

He found himself subconsciously counting every breath he took. Wishing he could transfer every breath to the woman in the operating room just a few feet away. He fingered the edge of the way-too-short blue scrubs they had given him and he closed his eyes.

He'd never been on to pray on a regular basis; he was more of a pray-on-the-fly type of guy. Closing his eyes and clinching his fists, praying for the Sixers to score the points and win the game. Closing his eyes to a take a deep breath in, praying she would say yes. He was that sort of guy when it came to prayer.

Before he realized what he was doing he was on his knees, his hands folded tightly in front of him. "Please God, please don't take her, I still need her here." He paused for a moment, his thoughts turning to the new life that was waiting in the nursery. "God, we need her here. Please."

The door to the operating room swung open and he jumped his feet to greet the doctor that emerged.

"Pam?" He asked cautiously.

"She'll be alright son; we were able to get the bleeding under control. She'll need some rest, but we'll watch her closely over the next few days. We expect a full recovery."

He breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the doctor with a nod of his head. He strained his head to try to see into the operating room as he passed down the hallway.

He closed his eyes and said another small prayer as he continued on his way to tell his son that mommy would be seeing him soon.