Wife in Labor, His Lover by Her SideChapter 1
On the day my wife gave birth, I followed her hospital bed all the way from the hospital room to the door of the operating room.
I had already agreed with my wife beforehand that I would be the one accompanying her, and just as I was about to follow her inside, the doctor gave me a look.
“Are you Michael Carter?”
I froze for a moment. Michael was my wife Sarah Miller’s ex-boyfriend, the man she once considered her first love.
While I was still stunned, hurried footsteps sounded behind me. I turned and saw Michael, panting heavily, stop right in front of the doctor.
“Doctor, I’m Michael.”
Watching the doctor lead Michael inside, I rushed forward, only to be blocked by a young nurse standing to the side.
“Only the husband is allowed to accompany the mother-to-be. What are you doing here causing trouble?”
The operating room door closed right in front of me. I forced down my humiliation and tried to comfort myself.
It’s fine. They must have mistaken him for someone else.
I crouched helplessly by the door, tortured by the thought of Sarah enduring the pain of childbirth alone while I, her husband, couldn’t be by her side.
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.
I pushed Sarah’s hospital bed back to the room. Michael was already standing beside the baby’s crib. When he saw us, he smiled warmly and walked over.