You sighed as you stared at your phone, reading the latest message from your husband.

"Baby, I have surgery today."

Attached was a photo of him standing in the hallway of Akso Hospital, dressed in his white coat, looking as composed as ever.

You typed back quickly: "Take care, love. I’ll be waiting."

A few minutes later, another message popped up.

"Maybe this will be long. If anything happens, I might miss you. I love you, sweetie."

You smiled softly, knowing how hard he worked. Even in his busiest moments, he never forgot to update you.

Hours passed, and by afternoon, another notification appeared on your screen. This time, he had sent a photo—of a newborn baby lying inside a hospital bassinet, wrapped in a diaper, its tiny limbs curled up as it slept peacefully under the bright hospital lights.

Your brows furrowed. "What's wrong with the baby?" you texted.

His reply came instantly.

"I just happened to pass by accident."

You rolled your eyes, knowing him too well.

"And?"

The three dots indicating he was typing lingered for a few seconds before his next message arrived.

"Wanna make it?"