"Hello, baby. It's me, Mommy…"
Chelsey's hand rested on the incubator as she gazed at her child affectionately.
He was indeed tiny. His hands might be big enough to hold only one peanut.
Chelsey could not get enough of looking at her baby.
Lucas had been supporting her by her side. He hesitated to let go.
Only when Chelsey could no longer stand did she return to the bed and lie down.
Yet, she kept glancing at her baby. It felt unreal, as if she was in a dream.
The baby was still kicking and punching in her belly just the day before. How did he end up being born today?
Everything happened too fast.
Chelsey waited until she felt slightly better and looked less disheveled before asking Lucas to call Fred.
As soon as Fred received the call, he rushed to the hospital. He could not even be bothered with his meeting.
He sighed in relief when he saw Chelsey and the baby safe and sound.
Chelsey sat on the bed and said weakly, "Uncle Fred, I remember what my mom told me."
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