"Mike," Emma whispers.
"I am here, honey. Do not worry. Christine and I will take care of you and your baby," I say as the anesthetist gives Emma an epidural injection. Christine does not waste time either, with takes a few. Moments for the baby to come out. I hardly did anything. I just stood by and ensured that everything was going well. I cannot help but cry when I see the little boy. It feels like he is my son. I do not care who conceived him. He is mine. I can hear him start crying, and I know that he is okay. I look down at Emma. She looks very pale, but she is smiling. Christine is one of the best doctors I know. She starts closing Emma up.
"Is the baby okay?" Emma asks weekly.
"He is beautiful, and he is our son. He is fine. Are you okay? Are you feeling any pain?" I ask. Chr
