Paul
I paced back and forth, my worry growing with each passing second. It had been over thirty minutes since she went into the delivery room, and there was still no news from the doctor. My mind raced with all the worst-case scenarios, and I struggled to keep myself calm. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, the doctor finally approached me, her expression tense despite her attempts to remain composed.
"Doctor, you took so long. How is she? How is the baby?" I asked, my voice tinged with desperation. The lines of worry on my forehead deepened as I braced myself for whatever news she had.
"Well," she began, hesitating for a moment, "you might be as shocked as I was when I found out."
A knot formed in my stomach. "What do you mean? Is something wrong?" I asked, trying to stay
