Artem watched nervously as you, his wife for two years now, stood by your bed in the delivery room, almost bending over, feeling pain in your stomach. He knew he couldn't help, and that only made things worse. But your next words made things even worse: -Will you come with me when they take me to give birth? He would have definitely fainted. How many times in the past had he said he wouldn't go to a joint birth, but now..