På Roskilde Hospital, i neonatalafdelingen, ventede Freja med et tungt hjerte.

At Roskilde Hospital, in the neonatal department, Freja waited with a heavy heart.

Hun kiggede konstant mod døren, håbende at se en læge, der kunne berolige hende.

She constantly looked toward the door, hoping to see a doctor who could reassure her.

Nikolaj sad ved hendes side.

Nikolaj sat by her side.

Han holdt hendes hånd, mens hans øjne søgte trøst i det sparsomme lys fra vinduet.

He held her hand while his eyes sought comfort in the dim light from the window.

Udenfor svajede kirsebærtræerne roligt i en forårsbrise.

Outside, the cherry trees swayed gently in a spring breeze.

Den smukke påsketid bragte normalt håb og glæde, men i dag føltes det anderledes.

The beautiful Easter season usually brought hope and joy, but today felt different.

Inde i rummet herskede der en blanding af frygt og forventning.

Inside the room, a mix of fear and anticipation prevailed.

Freja kunne ikke længere sidde stille.

Freja could no longer sit still.

Hun rejste sig og gik hen til vinduet.

She got up and went to the window.

"Jeg må vide det, Nikolaj.

"I need to know, Nikolaj.

Jeg må vide, om han er okay," sagde hun med en stemme fyldt af desperation.

I need to know if he's okay," she said with a voice filled with desperation.

Nikolaj tog en dyb indånding, forsøgende at udstråle styrke.

Nikolaj took a deep breath, trying to exude strength.

"Vi skal bare vente lidt mere, min skat.

"We just have to wait a little longer, my love.

Doktoren kommer snart," sagde han, selvom hans egne hænder rystede en smule.

The doctor will come soon," he said, although his own hands trembled slightly.

Timerne føltes som dage.

The hours felt like days.

Til sidst, da solen begyndte at kaste blød gyldent lys gennem vinduet, kom en læge ind.

Finally, as the sun began to cast a soft golden light through the window, a doctor entered.

"Jeres lille dreng klarer sig bedre," sagde lægen venligt.

"Your little boy is doing better," the doctor said kindly.

"Der vil stadig være udfordringer, men han er en stærk, lille kæmper."

"There will still be challenges, but he is a strong little fighter."

Freja følte en bølge af lettelse skylle over hende.

Freja felt a wave of relief wash over her.

For første gang i dag lod hun sig selv græde.

For the first time today, she allowed herself to cry.

Tårerne faldt frit, men de var blandet med håb.

The tears fell freely, but they were mixed with hope.

Nikolaj trak hende tættere ind til sig.

Nikolaj pulled her closer to him.

"Vi kan klare det her sammen," hviskede han.

"We can handle this together," he whispered.

Pressed af ægte følelser kneb Nikolaj sine øjne i.

Pressed by genuine emotions, Nikolaj squeezed his eyes shut.

"Jeg har været så bange, Freja," tilstod han, og endelig lod han sin frygt komme til syne.

"I have been so scared, Freja," he confessed, and finally let his fear show.

Freja så på ham og nikkede.

Freja looked at him and nodded.

"Vi er i det sammen.

"We are in this together.

Vi deler både frygt og håb."

We share both fear and hope."

De stod lidt der, trykket op mod vinduet, med blikket ud mod kirsebærtræernes delikate blomster, der fungerede som en påmindelse.

They stood there for a while, leaning against the window, gazing at the delicate blossoms of the cherry trees, which acted as a reminder.

Livet var skrøbeligt, men det var også fuld af ubegribeligt skønne øjeblikke.

Life was fragile, but it was also full of incredibly beautiful moments.

Selvom vejen frem ville være lang og udfordrende, vidste Freja og Nikolaj, at de med åbne hjerter og hænder kunne håndtere det sammen.

Although the road ahead would be long and challenging, Freja and Nikolaj knew that with open hearts and hands they could handle it together.

I dette øjeblik følte de en rolig sikkerhed i deres uperfekte styrke.

In this moment, they felt a calm assurance in their imperfect strength.

Freja og Nikolaj gik gennem hospitalets bustende korridorer, hånd i hånd, tilbage til deres lille kæmper.

Freja and Nikolaj walked through the bustling corridors of the hospital, hand in hand, back to their little fighter.

Sammen kunne de nu se mod en fremtid fyldt med bundløs kærlighed og håb, trygt grundet i deres forenede mod og åbenhed.

Together they could now look toward a future filled with boundless love and hope, firmly grounded in their united courage and openness.