Sigurd
- Is there no way to save the child? -. I ask concerned.
-You just have to wait for it to be born-.
-I hope ... he didn't die ... Engla! -. Lena exclaims desperately. - Here it comes ... I feel that ... -. Engla checks her under her blanket.
-You can see her head (she puts a hand on her belly and squeezes a little) very well Lena ... it's time, she pushes-. My poor Lena starts to complain even louder, like a squeak when she indicated that she was about to give birth.
-But is she ready? She's about to pass out-.
-No, if she's going to pull it off, she just has to push-.
-What do you think I'm doing, counting the stars ?! -.
-Breathe and push-. After a couple of minutes, the baby finally appears, starts crying a little until they put him on a blanket, that's when he calms down.
-Congratulations Lena, he is a boy, strong and healthy-.
-My ... son ... let me see him-. Engla obeys and gives it to him wrapped so that he does not cry again.