Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

that she didn’t want to hear his voice or

called him, the call would be

very much, and she also hated him very

said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate

you know Edwin has been

was when I came to you and waited for

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Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait

a sharp cry could be heard coming from the

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