"Maria!" Michael exclaimed.
He rushed towards Maria's hospital bed and kiss her.
"I came as soon as I heard," he said.
Maria smiled weakly.
"I know," she said.
"So... how it go? How are you?"
"I'm fine. Everything is fine. And our baby is a girl."
"A girl," Michael smiled. "We have a daughter!"
"I'm so glad to se eyou so excited," she said. "There were times where I didn't think you were particularily enthused by the idea."
"Yeah, well, that was before I got the call from Liz that said 'hey Michael, you're a father'."
Maria giggled.
"But what happened?" Michael went on. "Y'know, when you went into labour, how'd you get here and everything?"
"Oh, well. Liz and I were having lunch when my water broke. She got me to the hospital, and not a moment too soon, let me tell you!" Maria shook her head. "Did much better than the other woman who was there - she had been in labour for hours. Much sympathy for her I can tell you. I haven't seen her since though. I think she got a private room. Rich, I think."
"Ahh, I see. Say, what name did you finally decide on?"
"You know, she's your daughter too -"
"I know."
"Are you sure there isn't anything you'd like to name her?"
Michael shrugged.
"Naming things was never my forte."
"She's not a thing. She's your daughter."
"I still wouldn't know what to name her."
"Hmm."
It was about then that the nurse came in.
"Maria DeLuca?" she asked.
"Yes?" asked Maria.
"I'm... I'm afraid I have some bad news."
"Wha-what?"
"I'm afraid your baby is dead."