Lilia did not have the strength to speak, but she buried her cheeks in his embrace and shook her head slowly.
She was in the delivery room alone, crying and struggling. When she saw the figure of her husband, she was very happy.
After a while, Jean followed the nurse and immediately pushed Lilia back into the ward.
The nurse who was still in the delivery room glanced at the baby she had just wrapped in a blanket, looking at each other in bewilderment.
'As the father, shouldn't you see your son first?'
Irene wiped the corners of her eyes, feeling utterly moved, and couldn't hold back tears anymore when she took the child from the nurse's arms.
James also saw the baby being carried happily, maybe since he was just born, his skin was too pale.
He breathed shakily, stretched out two fingers and gently caressed the baby's cheek. Oh the warmth…. This child is absolutely perfect!
