At the moment Claire was wheeled into the delivery room, despite being surrounded by loved ones, tears filled her eyes. She wasn’t as brave as she wanted to be; she was scared of the unknown world inside. Rowan was not only a competent doctor but also a devoted husband. He held her hand tightly, trying to lend her some strength.
The door to the delivery room closed, leaving the family members waiting outside. Rowan went in with Claire. With him there, the Russell family felt at ease.
Although there were many people waiting outside, their thoughts were all focused on Claire. They worried about potential complications, her ability to endure the pain, and whether she would cry. No one chatted or engaged in conversation; everyone was anxious for those inside. Some sat silently on benches, while others paced back and forth in front of the closed delivery room door.
Claire truly loved Rowan. It was this love that gave her strength. She told herself to be brave and endured wave after wave of pain with gritted teeth. Her belief was that giving birth to his child would be the best gift for him.
About four hours later, with the cry of a newborn, a healthy baby boy weighing seven pounds was born. He had dark black hair and looked quite beautiful.
Claire lay weakly on the delivery table, breathing heavily with her eyes closed, completely exhausted. Rowan bent over beside her, still holding her fingers. Both their palms were sweaty and sticky.
With the baby born, he finally leaned gently against her, hugging her softly. “Thank you for your hard work,” Rowan said, tears welling up in his eyes.
Claire felt utterly drained, but hearing the baby’s loud cries made her feel that she had fulfilled her mission. This child was the crystallization of their love.
Sweat beaded on Claire’s forehead, and her body felt warm. The sense of relief after childbirth made her feel a long-lost calmness. It was indeed a long-awaited feeling.
Rowan swore that he would love her even more for the rest of their lives.
When the doctor came out holding the baby to announce the good news to the waiting family members, everyone was overjoyed-it was a boy, Lu Layeka’s first heir.
The baby was very beautiful; even at birth, his delicate features showed he had inherited all his parents’ best traits.
While everyone rejoiced, they were also concerned about Claire’s condition. The doctor smiled and reassured them, “Don’t worry, both mother and child are safe and sound. They will soon be moved to a recovery room.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
Rowan hadn’t yet held or even looked at the baby; his mind and heart were entirely focused on Claire, feeling for her sacrifices and worrying about her postpartum health. Seeing her in such pain during childbirth made him secretly vow that they would have only one child-he couldn’t bear to see her suffer again.
For the Russell family and all of Lu Layeka, today was a memorable day-the birth of the little prince!
About three hours later, this good news spread through Lu Layeka’s media and appeared in official news reports, causing nationwide celebration.
Summer’s belly had also grown noticeably larger now; she wore maternity clothes that made her look very youthful.
One day, Agnes, who was pregnant with twins, came to visit her sister’s house. The two sisters sat on swings in the backyard, eating fruit and enjoying the cool breeze while watching Mr. Campell and Mrs. Campell tend to their vegetable garden.
The warm sunlight shone on them, creating a peaceful atmosphere. They chatted about family life and shared tips on marital relationships with laughter echoing now and then-it was clear they had married for love.
“Has Tom changed before and after marriage?” Summer asked Agnes curiously while peeling grapes.
Agnes thought for a moment. “He has indeed become more attentive. I feel our relationship has grown stronger, especially after having children. This mutual dependence and care have intensified; it feels like we met too late.”