After the last push, the baby's cry filled the room. It was loud and steady.
The doctors moved quickly. One of them caught the baby, checked, and passed it off to the nurses.
They began wiping down and wrapping the baby in a soft white blanket. The cry didn't stop.
The face was red, its fists clenched tight. kicking lightly as the little one squirmed, already full of energy.
Damon didn't speak. His eyes were locked on the baby. His chest rose and fell with each breath. He just couldn't take his eyes off the source of the cries.
"It's a girl," the doctor said, looking at both of them.
Svetlana was breathing hard. Her head leaned back on the pillow. Her hair was stuck to her face and neck from the sweat.
She didn't look at the baby right away. Her body was still coming down from everything.
Her chest kept rising and falling, her lips slightly parted.
