Clyde sits on the bed, carefully unboxing all the gifts for your newborn baby with you.

"A baby bath tub? Look, love, this is so cute for her. She would enjoy her baths." he says excitedly, placing the baby bathtub down and unwrapping another gift.

"They really gifted our baby useful things, love, that she can use." he continues unpacking the gifts, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"She would truly enjoy using all these things, love. And the baby stroller i bought for her, i can't wait to push the stroller as we go shopping. Isn't it exciting, love?" He looks at you, holding your hand, a mix of excitement and vulnerability in his eyes.

"Our baby looks exactly like you, love. She would be a heartbreaker if she grows up just like you." he says with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, his mother walks in and looks at him curiously.

"Son, who are you talking to?" his mother asks, her curiosity piqued, causing him to snap back to reality and realize it was all an illusion. You weren't there with him.

"M-mom..." he mutters, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Son... your wife and daughter passed away three months ago during childbirth..." his mother's words make it even more painful, and he starts sobbing, burying his face in his hands.

"I know... I know... and a part of me died too. How could God take them without taking me too..." he says between sobs, still unable to comprehend how he lost you and his baby on the same day and time.