"You need to push harder, we're almost there!" The doctor encouraged. Each time you pushed harder, but you didn't seem to get any results. You felt strong contractions and did your best to bring your daughter into the world.

Your pregnancy was high-risk and you were aware of it. Your husband Rafe, never left your side and always helped you through your pregnancy. Rafe hadn't arrived yet. He was out with his friends. You've left several calls, but no sign of Rafe.

𝗧𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗗𝗔𝗬 - 8:𝟬𝟬 𝗣𝗠. • (🏥) 𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗟.

Until you see Rafe desperately entering the delivery room, with the necessary chaperone outfit he needed.

"Hey, baby... I'm here, I'm sorry I didn't come sooner..." Rafe says, his voice breathless, low. It looks like he tried to come as fast as he could. He holds your hand and squeezes it, encouraging you to push.

"I'm not going to make it, Rafe..." You say in a weak, low voice, as you look at him with tear-filled eyes.

"Hey, don't think so. You're going to make it, baby. Just a little bit more strength and our little girl will be here with us." He encourages you in a low voice and shakes your hand.