My wife’s announcement that we were having a child made me feel absolutely ecstatic. We had been trying for quite some time, and we couldn’t wait to become parents for the very first time. One day, however, while we were making preparations for the birth, Vera revealed a shocking revelation.
“I do not want you to be in the delivery room,” she continued, maintaining a calm and steady tone in her voice. It was as if someone had punched me in the chest. “What is it?
“Why?”
“Vera averted her gaze.” “All I did was… This is something that I have to do by myself. Please have faith in me. Not entirely, I did not get it.
On the other hand, Vera was the person I trusted the most, and I loved her more than anything else. If she required this, I would be willing to comply with her request. In spite of this, a tense knot began to form in the center of my stomach.
The tension in that knot increased as the date of Vera’s due date drew closer. I had a feeling that something significant was about to happen the night before her scheduled induction, and I was unable to sleep. I was tossing and turning, and I couldn’t get to sleep.
We made our way to the medical facility the following morning. After giving Vera a passionate kiss at the entrance of the maternity unit, I watched as they wheeled her away. The hours seemed to drag on forever.
I moved about the waiting room, drank an excessive amount of coffee that was bitter, and checked my phone on a regular basis. All of a sudden, a physician showed up. His expression was so gloomy that it made my heart drop.
The situation was not right. His tone was strained as he asked, “Mr. Voss?” Say, “Come with me.”
Despite the fact that my head was racing with terrible choices, I followed.
How was Vera doing? Is it the infant? Now that we had arrived at the delivery room, he opened the door for us.
My desire to see Vera compelled me to rush in. Although she was fatigued, she was still alive. After a brief moment of relief, I noticed that she was holding a bundle in her arms.
The infant, who was our infant, had skin as white as snow, strands of blonde hair, and eyes that were shockingly blue. What exactly is this? I uttered the words, my tone being aloof and eccentric.
In her eyes, Vera saw a mixture of affection and dread as she gazed up. “Nico, I am able to tell you—”
However, I was deaf to her whispers. I was overcome with feelings of rage and betrayal.
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