The Pains of Labor: Difference between revisions

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It was finally here. The day they had waited for with bated breath, in wonder, and in fear.

Seeing him lying there on the hospital bed, in the struggles of labour, Mike could only think that he had never been more beautiful.

 

 

"Don't worry, my honey-cicle," Mike said, grasping his thin, wooden hand. "You're going to be just fine."

 

 

Mike placed a loving hand on his snow angel's cheek. "You know I will. But you're going to help me! We're going to raise our beautiful child together, okay?"

 

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