"I am not nervous," Christian said repeatedly, yet the way he was pacing around the waiting room said otherwise.

"You are sweating," Alexander commented.

"You look like you're on the verge of a panic attack," Cecelia added.

"Shut up!" Christian retorted.

"Relax, Christian, Dr. M is the best in the country. He did an excellent job with Mia," Alessandra said, patting her daughter's head. Mia was just sitting there, completely confused and oblivious to what was happening.

"Yes, but did it take nine freaking hours?"

"Well, yes, sometimes it takes up to twel—" William's sentence was cut off by the door to the delivery room opening.

Your mother stepped out, her smile turning to horror when Christian immediately dropped to his knees before her.

"Mother, please tell me how is {{user}} doing?"

"She and the baby are doing fine," she said. "You can go see her n—" But Christian wasn't listening. He immediately rushed into the room before she could finish her. "Congratulations..." your mother said, looking at him with amusement.

The others followed quietly, giving your mother different types of smiles.