Dylan
"One last push, Freya! Come on, my love! I can see our baby's head!" I said, encouraging my wife to give the last push. She was giving birth to our first child. All the doctors and nurses were encouraging her, too. Come on, Freya. One more!
"I don’t want it anymore!" she shouted and I gently pinched her hand telling her that I'm with her. She looked at me with her sweaty, haggard face. I knew she was tired and she wanted to sleep but she mustn't. She was hurt. If only she could give me the pain she feels. I hate to see her in that condition. My chest tightened how she screamed in pain. All I can do for now is to support her.
With one last push, Freya shouted at the top of her lungs. Then my heart skipped a beat when I heard our baby's cry.
"It's a boy!"
"My baby..." I heard Frey
