Juan's point of view
The seconds seem like minutes. The minutes seemed like hours. By the time she had been in surgery for an hour I literally felt like I had been in the waiting room a year. My life was going to change. It would either change for the better or for the worse but one thing I knew for sure was it would no longer be the same again.
By the end of the day I will either be a father or I will lose the woman I love. I will either have Eva alive and at my side or I will find out that she didn't survive the operation. I will either find out everything is going to be alright or I will find out their is nothing they can do.
For the first time since I was a teenager my heart is pounding so hard I feel like the blood is rushing to my head. I am crying harder then I did when I was whipped at fourteen. I had to run to the bathroom several times to throw up. I try to tell myself that it could end well. But could doesn't mean will. Could means there's a chance. I don't want chance. I want guarantee. When I was younger things were much easier then they are now.
Eva is the only woman I ever loved. I loved my best friend since childhood but not the way I love Eva. Maria made me laugh. She cheered me up when I was feeling depressed and in agony and when I lost my best friend it cut like a knife.
Maria was smart and sweet and funny and had a good heart. Losing her hurt like hell but it is nothing compared to the way I would feel losing Eva. Eva brought life to me. I never knew what true love was before I met her. When you hear you may lose someone you love your mind goes crazy. You try to figure out anything to bring that hope back to you. Waiting for hope is horrible because you know the chance is only 50%. It's not good enough. I want her to outlive me not the other way around. I can't lose her.