After so many years, his hands had long been soaked in blood, and such a disciple of faith who killed without pause, could God really hear his prayers?
At last, the day came, Emma’s due date.
Easton walked anxiously outside the delivery room, pacing back and forth as his hands wiped again and again at the cold sweat on his brow.
Finally, the doctors wheeled Emma out and said, “Congratulations, both mother and child are healthy.”
Tears welled in Easton’s eyes as he trembled while embracing the frail Emma. “Thank you… Thank you.”
Emma was quickly surrounded and wheeled into the maternity ward, her face pale and weak, yet unable to hide the joy in her expression.
“Where’s the child, Easton? I want to see the child.”
Easton, nearly overcome with excitement, answered at once. “The nurse just took the child for a check-up. I’ll bring the baby to you right now.”
His heart swelled with anticipation. He had only caught a brief glimpse earlier, without seeing clearly.
His hands and feet trembled, and though the room was right next door, he circled several times before finally finding the newborn observation room.