Ten months pregnant, Joy Shaw paused her university studies.
The due date was in winter, November.
Both sets of parents gathered in the corridor, anxiously waiting.
It had been hours since she went in.
Marcus Knight stayed tense throughout, his face grim.
After an uncertain passage of time, the cries of a newborn reached from the delivery room.
Soon, a doctor came out to share the good news, "Congratulations, mother and child are both healthy."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Wonderful news.
Marcus Knight strode into the delivery room.
Joy Shaw was exhausted, and she fell asleep immediately.
Marcus approached her bedside, noting her sweat-drenched state, and the strands of hair stuck to her forehead. He gently tidied them.
He leaned down and kissed her lips lightly, his voice rough with worry, "You've worked hard."
