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"Stop freaking out. I'm the one giving birth, not you!" I said through clenched teeth. "Don't distract the doctor!"

"I...I'm just worried..." Tears streamed down his face, dripping onto my hand. "Watching you in pain and not being able to do anything—damn it, why can't I be the one giving birth?"

I laughed despite everything.

"Push!" the physician shouted. "One more time!"

I gathered every ounce of strength and screamed—

"Wahhh—"

A clear, sharp cry. My heart trembled. My baby. He was finally here.

"It's a boy!" the physician announced joyfully. "Congratulations, Your Majesties!"

Cedric stared at the tiny, wrinkled baby in the physician's arms. Tears fell.

"Alice, that's our baby." His voice broke.

"Yes." I smiled weakly, completely drained. "That's our baby."

The physician cleaned him, wrapped him in a blanket, and carefully handed him to Cedric.

He reached out stiffly, like he was handling glass. "Will I...hurt him..."

"You won't," the physician smiled. "Just hold him steady."

Cedric took the baby carefully, hands trembling.

So small. Eyes closed. Little fists clenched. Tiny face flushed pink.

"He's...he's so small..." Cedric's voice shook. Tears streamed down. "So small, so soft..."

He looked down at the baby. Tears dripped onto the blanket.

"Baby, I'm your father." His voice choked. "From now on, I'll protect you, love you, give you everything..."

The baby seemed to hear. His little hand moved, grabbing Cedric's finger.

"He...he grabbed me." Cedric looked up, eyes shining with joy. "Alice, look! He's holding my finger!"

"I see." I smiled, tears in my eyes. This was the child I'd waited two lifetimes for. I'd give him everything. He'd grow up in a happy family.

Cedric carefully brought the baby to me. "Alice, touch him."

I reached out and gently touched his tiny hand.

Soft. Warm. Full of new life.

"Let's give him a name," I said.

"Ethan. Let's call him Ethan." Cedric said without hesitation. "I hope he has the courage and strength to face anything life throws at him."

"Ethan..." I repeated. In our language, it meant strength. I loved it. I smiled at them both. "Perfect."

Cedric looked at the baby tenderly and kissed his forehead. "Hello, Ethan. Welcome to the world."

Chapter Twenty-Four