/Riccardo's POV/
"She. . . She was my daughter this whole time!" I couldn't stop my tears from falling. For moments, I did not know if I should be happy, sad, or shocked. The video still was on, and Eliana was still pushing the baby.
'I. . . I. . .' her face was all red, and tears were rolling down her cheeks.
'She is almost out, Eliana. Just push a little,' the doctor, who was delivering the baby, spoke.
'I. . . I. . . Can't,' she said between hiccups.
'Ellie, you can do it,' it was Edoardo. Frankly speaking, it hurt me to see him with her at that time.
'Can't. . . Can't. . .'
'You can, just breath with me,' she nodded, and he helped her breathe. A couple of minutes later, she screamed, and then there was a baby's cry.
'You did it,' Edoardo connected their foreheads as she threw her head backward.
'Congratulations, it's a girl,' the doctor handed the baby to Eliana. She built the courage to lift herself and take her.