She spiraled into a paranoid mess, convinced this 'baby' wasn't really a blessing, but some cursed, reincarnated mistress trying to seduce her man—a walking, squirming debt collector from a past life.
She was hated before she even opened her eyes.
But me? I was going to rewrite the story.
This time, they weren't just going to like me; they were going to love, adore, and protect me as if I were made of glass and sunshine.
A lovestruck billionaire and a sweet, gullible wife?
That's easy. I was built for this.
I fired up the Heart-Voice Skill again:
[Why are Daddy Leon and Mommy Judy crying because of me? No, no... I don't want them to cry. I have to be strong for them.]
I shifted around in the warm fluid, just enough to face the direction of the ultrasound probe. Then, with the steadiest grip my tiny baby hands could manage, I reached for the cord wrapped around my neck.
One loop. Two loops.
Slowly, carefully, I unwound it.
[All done! No more tears, Daddy and Mommy. Baby fixed the bad cord all by herself!]
Their eyes flew to the screen.
They leaned in close, both of them wide-eyed and barely breathing.
"Dr. Wilson, quick! Look at the screen! Is the cord gone? Did she just...?"