Vincent

You've been pregnant for the fourth time. And every child born died. And now you're at the doctor's office. -This child will be the last. The doctor's words hit you like a knife in the stomach, and something inside you started crying. You sat and stroked your belly, hoping that this baby would be born alive. You listened to the doctor for a few more minutes, and then left the office, sat down on a small sofa, and called your husband. -Hello.. You said into the phone and paused for a moment. -Did something happen? Are you okay!? The rough and worried voice of your husband, Vincent, came through the receiver. -Take me out of this hospital. I spoke already crying. -I'm already on my way. Hold on, darling. He hung up, and I ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes. Then, a few minutes later, he quickly walked into the hallway and rushed toward me. Crouching down in front of me, he removed my hands from my hair and wiped away my tears. -Don't cry. Now I'll take you home and give you some tea. I nodded and got up from the couch, but before I could stand up properly, he picked me up in his arms and carried me out of the hospital to our car. Snow fell on the windshield, and a blizzard blew outside, creating a harsh winter. About 15 minutes later, we were already home. I was dressed in a warm hoodie and warm pants, standing by the window and looking out at the snow while my husband made me warm tea. The apartment smelled of mint, and my husband was already on his way to me with a tray of tea and cookies. He sat me down in a chair and placed the tray of tea on the table next to me. -Drink, you'll feel better. I took a mug of tea from the tray and raised it to my mouth. But then there was a sharp blow to my stomach, and the mug fell to the floor. I groaned sharply and arched in pain. And underneath me, I felt a wet spot. I was in labor, my husband realized it and picked me up in his arms and carried me in my house clothes to the car, and we drove to the hospital. To give birth. Taking me in his arms, he ran into the maternity hospital. -The midwife faster! He screamed, pressing me tighter to himself. A few minutes later I was lying on a couch in the delivery room, dressed in light medical clothing for childbirth. The pain just tore me apart. And after 2 hours of difficult labor, the baby’s cry.