The childbirth (Part – 2)

A rush of emotions hit Dylan all at once—joy, relief, disbelief.

A daughter. He had a daughter.

His lips parted, but no words came out. His chest rose and fell in a shaky breath as he blinked, trying to process it.

"How is Ava?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.

The doctor nodded. "She is fine. She is exhausted, but she is doing well. You can see them now."

Dylan let out a deep, shuddering breath, his entire body sagging as the weight of his fear lifted. He ran a hand over his face, wiping away the tears that had somehow fallen without him realizing.

"Thank you," he breathed.

The doctor gave him an understanding smile and led him inside.

Dylan stepped into the room, his breath catching at the sight before him.

Ava lay in the hospital bed, looking exhausted but radiant, her hair damp against her forehead. She was propped up against the pillows, and cradled in her arms was a tiny, delicate bundle wrapped in a soft pink blanket.