Aurelia Midas

"Martha! I'm right here with you, okay?"

A man who looked to be in his late twenties held the hand of his wife, who was currently about to give birth to their third child.

The woman, who was currently breathing heavily, couldn't help but giggle as she saw her husband's face.

Martha smiled, "Jeez, Aurum. If no one knew any better, they'd think you're the one giving birth."

Currently, the man named Aurum had tears streaming down his face and snot could even be seen from time to time.

He squeezed his wife's hand, "Martha, I'm just worried…"

"Worried? This is my third time giving birth. Just leave it to the midwives and the priestesses while you go out and compose yourself."

Martha's eyes shone with gentleness and love as she continued, "After all, I don't want our third child to see their father's ugly crying face when they first look at you.

Hearing his wife's teasing remarks, Aurum stood up with determination.