Virginia, Richmond, Sibley Memorial Hospital. 3:45 AM

In a white room, there is a woman, looking no more than in her 20s, with messy hair as black as coal, with two different eyes—one green like the grass in spring after a morning dew, and the other blue like the depths of the ocean. She has white skin like marble.

Her husband has brown almost black hair, brown eyes, and tend skin he is on the left side of her bed, in a room with so many beds that you can almost find it funny, and she is screaming.

"Timothy!!!... What have you done to me!!!... How... shit!!! It hurts so much!!!" she screams to her husband while crying in suffering. It feels like an eternity as she goes through the most painful and sacred act that a human can do—giving birth to a baby.

While he holds her hand and does not let go, no matter how painful it is to him, he says, "A little more, baby!! Just a little more, and it will be over."

"HAGahfag... F*CK... HAGAHHAF"

"And the baby is out... congratulations, it's a boy," the doctor says with a smile full of joy to the new mother, Lorraine.

But that very smile soon turns to sadness.

"I am very sorry, ma'am, but the baby has been born dead," the doctor says with sadness in his voice and pity in his eyes, addressing the now grieving mother.

"Give him to me..." Lorraine asks politely with a quiet and cracking voice.

"Sorry, but I recommend not doing that. The baby has passed away, and there is no need to prolong your suffering. I think the best thing for your mental health is to permit us to do the funeral here. We have..." The doctor attempts to finish his advice, but Lorraine interrupts.

"Is it a law in Richmond?"

"No, but I really..." Lorraine interrupts again.

"So, give me my baby now!" Lorraine asks, still polite but with a much louder and broken voice.

"Babe... I think you need to let the doctors do their job. They know what they are doing." Timothy says to his wife with tears in his eyes, trying to calm her anger and grief.

"I know you're trying to do what's best for me with that advice, like always. That's one of the reasons I married you. But I don't care right now. I WANT TO SEE MY BABY." Lorraine loses her patience and screams with a voice full of agony and misery, a voice only a grieving mother can make.

"Give him to her," Timothy says with a bit of resignation in his voice to the doctor.

"But I think the best action would be..." the doctor tries to speak with cold logic, but Timothy doesn't care.

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"I said... GIVE HIM TO HER!!" he screams with burning anger.

"If this is what you want, then take him," the doctor says with a cold voice.

Timothy takes the deceased baby to his rightful owner, the grieving mother.

"Oh... my beautiful, beautiful baby. You have my eyes and hair, and even my white skin that your father likes so much... haha, let's hope you will have at least your father's height, and then you will be really perfect," Lorraine says to herself and to the corpse in her hand.

"Doctor... why is she talking to our baby? Didn't you say he had died?" Timothy starts feeling a mix of rejoice and relief, thinking that the doctor might not have diagnosed him correctly.

"Yes, he's dead because of this reason I didn't want her to see him. What she is doing right now is just a coping mechanism because of the grief. I don't want to see it. If I was a sadist, I would have gone to law school instead. If there's a problem, please don't hesitate to call for help," the doctor says, causing Timothy's heart to hurt even more because he knows he needs to be the one to shatter his wife's sweet illusion and make her see the harsh reality.

"Sweetie... I am so sorry. I wish I could do something, but I can't. Please, you need to understand, he's dead," Timothy says with a broken voice.

"Oh... I know that from the start. But unlike you, I can do something about it," she whispers to the confused Timothy.

In that fragile moment, as the weight of grief settles upon the room, Lorraine musters the strength to continue speaking, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with determination.

"Timothy, my love, please listen to me. I need you to promise me something," she says, her eyes fixed on his, searching for understanding and acceptance amidst the pain.

His confusion turns to concern as he nods, urging her to continue.

"When I am gone, when my breath no longer fills this room, I need you to love our baby boy, Kayle. Love him fiercely and unconditionally, as if I were still here," Lorraine pleads, her voice trembling.

"What are you saying? I don't understand!" he says, scared of the meaning behind her words.

"You know what I am going to do, after all, I almost did it for you, long time ago," she says with a sad smile.

"No, you can't!" he urges her to stop.

"I don't want to do this as a wife and as a person, but I have to as a mother." After she stops talking, she gives a final kiss to her husband on the lips and, after that, gives her final kiss to her Kayle.

"Always remember... I love you," she whispers her final words to her beloved husband.

"I love you too... Lorraine," he says with tears in his brown eyes while holding her hand.

After the goodbye, the EKG stops.

A handful of doctors and nurses enter the room, giving the baby's body to the father, and begin performing heart compressions, but it is fruitless.

"The time of death is 4:17, July 5th," one of the doctors says.

But amidst all the sadness and mourning, there is at least one miracle that day.

"Waaah, waaah, waaah," the baby is alive.

Timothy's legs gave away, and he falls to the ground from the shock of that day. He starts crying even louder, torn between the grief of his wife's death and the joy of his son being alive.

And with a broken voice he said "Kayle, don't worry. Even though you will only have me, I will give you all that your mother asks of me, and even more. I will be by your side and protect you, like any father would do,'" he says to Kayle.

Even though he knows the baby doesn't understand a word, he feels better after saying it out loud.

Even though he feels reluctant, he still does what he sees as right: "Please tell Dr. Maltez that he can call me about what to do with the body over the phone. I need to go home. It has been a really long day."

'After all, the morgue is not a place for a baby to be. I have no doubt that Lorraine would have wanted me to deal with it like that,' Timothy thought with sadness.

even though it hurts his very being to leave her here, he knows it's not a place for a baby.

"No problem, Mr. Lenon." another doctor said to him with understanding.

"Let's go home, buddy. I'm sure you're excited to see our home," Timothy says with tears still in his eyes, but a genuine smile.

"Waah, wahh," Kayle says enthusiastically.