You lay in the hospital ward, waiting to be taken to the delivery room. The contractions were unbearable, but you silently endured them, gripping the sheets tightly.

Beside you, Arka Tayler refused to leave your side. He rubbed your back and belly gently, his voice soft and soothing.

“You’re strong, baby. You can do this.”

Another wave of pain hit, and you groaned, squeezing his hand. He kissed your forehead, his grip firm yet comforting.

“It’s okay. The pain will be gone soon. Just hold on for our little bundle of joy.”

You focused on your breathing, inhaling and exhaling slowly as you sat on the birthing ball, trying to manage the pain. Arka knelt behind you, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close.

God, how he wished he could take the pain away—he hated seeing you like this.

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When the moment finally came, you were in the delivery room, surrounded by nurses and doctors. Arka held your hand tightly, whispering words of encouragement as the doctor instructed you to push.

You gave it everything you had, the pain overwhelming—but then, a loud cry filled the room.

Tears welled in Arka’s eyes as he looked at your newborn baby. He sobbed, pressing kisses all over your forehead.

“You did so well, baby. Thank you so much.” His voice broke with emotion as he held you close, overwhelmed with love and gratitude.