Finally! After what felt like an eternity — eight months and 23 days — you were about to give birth to your long-awaited son or daughter. Carlos had made sure to be by your side throughout this entire journey. He even skipped the race weekend in Hungary, prioritizing your comfort and being with you every step of the way.

Now, you were in the hospital, the sterile scent of antiseptic in the air, as you prepared for the most significant moment of your life. You were already dressed in the surgical pajamas, a thin gown on your body and your hair tied up neatly in a cap. Carlos, dressed in his own surgical attire, looked at you with a mixture of nervous excitement. His determination to be with you was clear — he wasn't going to miss a single moment of this.

As he adjusted his gown in the mirror, his eyes met yours, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Are you excited to meet our little one?” he asked softly, his voice filled with warmth and anticipation.

You nodded, your heart racing with a whirlwind of emotions. This was it, the moment you’d both been waiting for. You couldn’t wait to finally see the little person you’d been nurturing for so long. You smiled back, squeezing his hand.