- B/n= Baby's name- N / b = baby's name
                    - Y/sn= Your surname.

                        Hope you like!❤

                Sorry for the delay, I've been trying to develop since yesterday, but a terrible anxiety attack stopped me.

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                      Every Friday, my family would gather for a delicious lunch. This Friday, I have severe pain in the lower back, which is to be expected, as I am nine months pregnant.
  
                      John, my husband was so happy to be a first-time father, so much so that when he passed me, he stroked my abdomen and gave me a peck.

                      Right after setting the table, the contractions came back harder, making me moan and gasp.
  My aunt came up to me, and started rubbing my back. She called other women, and they started a question session, while walking towards the bedroom, laying me down on the bed.

                    - Breathe calmly.- My cousin said, looking deeply into my eyes.- Call John, please!- She snapped, standing beside me, whispering comforting phrases.

                    - ARGH!- I yelled, feeling more pain.

                      The door opened, and there he was, looking at me lovingly.

                    - Please, John. Wash your hands and stay by her side. After washing, take one of her hands, and I'll be right back dear.- My aunt said, as she pushed away some people who were entering the room, so she could leave, leaving me with my cousin.

                     John just nodded, and went with her.

                    Lucky for me, my aunt was a midwife in her youth, because if I were on my way to the hospital, I would give birth to the baby in the car.
                    My legs were bent and wide apart, and she returned carrying a basin of water, but the pain was so violent I couldn't tell whether it was hot or cold.
               
                    During the time I squirmed, she put some towels on the bed, looking at the door opening, revealing John again, his hands already clean. He positioned himself beside me, and took one of my hands.

                  - All right. Are you ready, Mom and Dad?

                  - I'm.

                  - Me either.- He smiled at me stroking my slightly sweaty temples.

                 - Ok mother. Now it's up to you. Breathe deeply and slowly, and don't scream. The scream you would give, hold it and use it as strength.- She paused and continued- Daddy, Gold her tight. You can start pushing, honey.

                  I held back a scream and struggled. Honestly, you can't imagine the pain of childbirth... It's so brutal.
                And to think that many men do not value the women they have, who are capable of dismantling themselves just to give birth to another being.

                   After almost 15 hours of delivery, I heard a weak cry and smiled widely.

                - Born, darling. You're amazing, and I love youBorn, darling. You're amazing, and I love you so much.- My husband praised me, kissing me all over my face.

                - It's a boy.- She lifted it up and showed her little face.- Want to catch it?- I nodded, and watched her as she wrapped the baby in a towel, and handed it to me.

                - Hi mommy. You were designed to make me and Daddy happy.- I pronounced, kissing her little head.

                - Daddy is proud of your mother, because she gave al of her, just to have you.- He said looking at me.

                - What's his name going to be?- My aunt asked.

                - You can choose, love.

                - B/n. B/n Y/sn Dillinger.

                - I love you so much, and I love our baby.

                - I love you so much, and I love our baby.- I replied, putting our lips together, in a loving kiss.

   Now, I have one more little man in my life.
Now, we are the famous mystic number: 3.

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