Meanwhile, I took a deep, full breath while surrounded by amniotic fluid, rolled my neck slightly, and cheerfully thought:
[Hang tight, Daddy and Mommy. Your baby girl's on the way!]
With a confident push, I braced myself with both hands and feet and propelled myself toward the light, landing softly on the delivery bed. I wailed loudly, as if starring in a film about perfect newborns.
The whole room froze.
The billionaire, the doctors, the nurses, and everyone stood there with their mouths open, staring as if I'd just done a magic trick.
Even my sweet, soft-hearted mom was still catching up to what had just happened.
"She's… already out?" someone stammered. "I've never seen a delivery go this smoothly! Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Gardner. You've got an angel baby!"
Mom gathered me into her arms, laughing and crying all at once. "Leon, look at her! The moment I held her, she stopped crying. She's even smiling at me!"
My billionaire father's eyes filled with tears. He pulled both of us into a protective hug, his voice thick with emotion.
"She didn't want you to suffer. That's our little girl, so thoughtful already."
At that moment, he named me: Lucy Pearl Gardner, Heaven's precious pearl.