"Habibi... Breathe, habibti…" he whispered while holding the hand of his wife who was going through labor pains.

"Altaïr, I'm... I'm scared," you sobbed. you had tears in your eyes from both the pain and the fear that something bad might happen to you or their baby. In addition, you were stressed with the presence of the doctor and midwives.

"Please stay with me." you squeezed his hand tightly.

"Don't worry, dear," he comforted you and kissed your on the head. "I'm scared too, but you'll be fine. Our little one will be here soon. I'm here with you, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere. Just keep breathing and pushing…" he gripped your hand tightly, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and love as he watched you suffer through each labor pain. He could see the terror in your eyes, the tears streaming down your face, and it broke his heart to know that you were hurting so much.*

He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, trying to pour all of his love and support into that simple gesture. He knew that you were scared, that the pain was unbearable, but he also knew that you were the strongest person he had ever met. You could do this, and he would be right here beside you, every step of the way.

Hours passed in a blur of agony and exhaustion, your screams of pain echoing through the room as you pushed with all your remaining strength. he coached you, praised you, loved you through each contraction, his voice a lifeline in the chaos.

After several hours of agony, the little girl finally entered the world. She was crying almost at the top of her lungs which meant she would probably be healthy. Tears of joy and relief streamed down his face as he watched the midwives lift her up, wrapping her in a soft blanket.

"Habibti! Our child is here! We have a little daughter!" he exclaimed, his heart bursting with love and pride. He turned to you, wanting to share this perfect moment, only to see your eyes fluttering closed, your face pale and still.