Time passed slowly until at last the door of the operating room opened.
I rushed forward in one step.
“Doctor, how’s the mother?”
The doctor hadn’t answered yet, but my gaze had already locked onto Michael, who was holding a tiny baby in his arms.
The joy of becoming a father instantly overwhelmed me, sweeping away the irritation I’d felt about Michael being inside.
“Give me the baby.”
I reached out my hands, but Michael completely ignored me and walked past, holding the child.
My face darkened, and I was about to follow, when Sarah’s weak voice came from behind.
“What are you standing there for? Hurry up and push me back to the room.”
I stopped in my tracks and looked at her pale face, moving closer to comfort her.
“You’ve worked so hard, honey. I wanted to go in with you, but the doctor called for Michael.”
Sarah’s expression flickered unnaturally, and she gave a couple of forced coughs.
“Maybe the doctor made a mistake. It doesn’t matter—you were still here waiting for me.”
Though I found it strange, I didn’t press further, mindful of her condition.