Aggressive.
Almost impossible to treat.
One month we were choosing paint colors for the nursery.
The next…
I was sitting beside his hospital bed, seven months pregnant, begging him not to leave us.
He squeezed my hand with what little strength he had.
« If she gets here before I do… »
His voice cracked.
« Tell her I already loved her. »
Those were the last complete words he ever spoke.