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    “I know you’re excited, but please try to stay calm.”


    “I can’t,” Brian muttered, his voice raw with emotion, barely able to contain his anticipation.


    Then, the door opened, and a doctor emerged, holding the newborn in her arms. “Congrattions—it’s a girl.” She moved toward him, about to ce the baby in his arms, but when she saw his frozen expression, she called out, “Mr. White?”


    Brian blinked, snapping out of his daze. His voice shook as he asked, “How is Rachel? Is she safe?”


    The doctor offered a reassuring smile. “She’s fine. She simply fainted from exhaustion. She’ll wake up after some rest.”


    Brian exhaled deeply, a wave of relief washing over him. “That’s a relief.” For a moment, he closed his eyes, silently thanking the heavens for keeping them both safe.


    “Would you like to hold your daughter?” the doctor asked gently, offering the newborn to him.


    Brian felt a strong, instinctive desire to hold her, but the moment he saw her small, fragile form, doubt crept in. He had heard countless times how delicate newborns were, and now, with his baby in front of him, he was ovee with caution. He feared making any wrong move, worried that he might hurt her in some way. His hand hovered uncertainly, unsure how to proceed.


    “I’m a little nervous,” he admitted, his voiceced with vulnerability. Despite having studied newborn care extensively, both in theory and practice, the weight of the responsibility before him made him feel unsure.


    The doctor smiled reassuringly. “There’s no need to be afraid. I’ll guide you through it.”


    With the doctor’s patient and experienced help, it took just a few minutes for Brian to carefully hold his daughter in his arms. At first, he barely dared to move, his hands trembling as he adjusted his grip. But gradually, he rxed, his fingers gently adjusting, feeling a sense of awe at the tiny life he held.


    When Rachel awoke, the first thing she saw was Brian carefully cradling their baby beside her. Her eyes fluttered open, and Brian immediately reached for her hand, his voice filled with excitement and relief. “Rachel, you’re finally awake!” His simple words wereden with so much feeling, and the intensity of his joy and relief could be felt in every syble.


    As Rachel took in the sight of her daughter in Brian’s arms, a soft smile tugged at her lips. “I want to see our baby,” she murmured.


    “Of course,” Brian replied, his tone gentle as he carefully brought the baby to her.


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    Rachel looked at the tiny, perfect being in her arms, torn between the overwhelming desire to hold her and the hesitation that came with such fragility. She was like Brian earlier—unsure but filled with awe.


    Brian, sensing her hesitation, stepped in to guide her. With his steady hands, he helped her cradle their daughter, and as she gazed down at the sleeping child, listening to the steady beat of her heart, a profound sense of peace washed over her. In that instant, she felt a happiness so pure, it seemed like the world had paused just for them.


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