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"You can do this, baby, just like you did before. I am here. I am not going anywhere. Do you understand?" He asks me, and I nod with tears streaming down my face.
"I am so tired, Michael."
"I know, baby. I know. Just one more time, and he's out. I promise you." He kisses me softly.
"Okay, one more time," I add, panting heavily.
He stares at me with a comforting smile, and I smile back at him, turning to the doctor afterward.
"Are you ready now, Serena?" The doctor asks me. His voice is soft and comforting.
I nod my head, unable to speak.
"Good,"
"Now, I need you to take a deep breath,"
I take a long breath and puff it out as slowly as possible. The doctor smiles at me, Impressed.
"Try to relax. Breathe as much as you want to. We are almost there." He tells me.
"You are doing amazing, baby. I love you." Michael’s words of assurance seem to be the push that I need. It fuels me with a renewed sense of energy.
"I will need you to push with all you have, Serena. Can you do that for me?" He asks.
Michael's eyes lock with mine, and he holds my hand. Right there, I nod to confirm I can get through this.
"Yes," I answer breathlessly.
"Come on, now push." The doctor tells me.
With all the strength left in me, I let out a deep grunt, digging my nails into Michael's wrist. I land on the bed with a soft thud, breathing heavily.
"That's it, baby. We are almost there." Michael leans over and kisses my forehead, squeezing my hand softly.
I am so tired.
"I can see his head, Serena. Just one more time, and he is out." The doctor says softly, and I exhale. I can feel my limbs growing weaker every second, but I am not about to give up now.
I take a deep breath in, and I push harder this time. The loud infant cries fill the room. I gasp softly, falling onto the bed.
"Oh, my God," I whisper.
"You did it, baby. You did it," Michael kisses me softly. "I am so proud of you."
"Can I hold him?" I ask the doctor, and Michael moves away from me to cut the umbilical cord. He gently takes the baby from the doctor and walks towards me, placing him in my arms.
I can't control my tears at seeing the baby because he is so perfect and beautiful. It's my first time holding him, but my heart is filled with so much love for this little one already.
"He's perfect, Michael." My voice is quivering as I rock his small frame in my arms.
"Yes, he is." He whispers, trailing his fingers on his cheek.
The nurses come to take him afterward to clean him up properly. Michael sits beside me, propping the pillows against my back so that I can be seated appropriately.
"You made me a father, once again. You don't know how happy you’ve just made me, Serena. I love you so much." He says to me, his voice filled with so much tenderness.
"I love you too, baby." I flash a tired smile, and he leans in to kiss my forehead—the doors to the labor room swing open. John and Cassie practically barge into the room. I giggle at them.
