Chapter Three: The Cry That Changed Everything
Faith finally slept off.
John sat at the edge of the bed, staring at her peaceful face. Just hours ago, she had been crying, complaining, demanding watery noodles like her life depended on it. Now she slept so deeply, her chest rising and falling slowly, her lips slightly parted.
John shook his head and smiled.
"Look at this woman," he muttered softly. "After stressing and disturbing me all night… you just slept off like nothing happened."
He pulled the blanket higher around her shoulders and sighed, lifting his eyes upward.
"God… I'm grateful though," he whispered. "Even for nights like this."
The room was quiet again. No crying. No complaints. Just peace.
John didn't go back to sleep. He sat there, watching her, thinking. Something about the night wouldn't leave his mind—the sudden cold, the dizziness, the tears, the strange hunger, the way she had clung to him.
By the time Faith woke up, sunlight was already creeping through the curtains.
She stretched and yawned. "Hmm… John?"
John turned quickly. "You're awake?"
She blinked at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He smiled. "Good morning, troublemaker."
Faith laughed softly. "You're still angry about last night?"
"Angry?" John shook his head. "No… just confused."
She sat up slowly. "Confused about what?"
John hesitated, then spoke carefully. "Faith… are you sure you're not pregnant?"
She froze.
"What?" she asked quietly.
"Your behavior yesterday," he continued gently. "The cold, the dizziness, the crying, the cravings… it all felt different. My love, something tells me there's something inside you."
Faith looked away, her smile fading. "John… please don't start again," she said softly. "We've hoped so many times. I don't want my heart broken again."
John moved closer and held her hands. "I know. I know it's scary. But… let's just be sure. Let's see a doctor."
She searched his face. "And if it's nothing?"
"Then we'll come back home," he replied calmly. "Together. Just like always."
After a long pause, Faith nodded. "Okay. Let's go."
The hospital smelled of disinfectant and quiet prayers. They sat side by side, Faith nervously twisting her fingers while John rubbed her back.
The doctor asked questions. Took notes. Ran tests.
"Come back tomorrow morning for the results," the doctor said.
That night was worse than any other night.
Faith couldn't sleep. John couldn't sleep. Hope and fear sat between them like an unspoken guest.
"What if it's real?" Faith whispered in the darkness.
"And what if it is?" John replied softly. "Then our waiting ends."
The next morning, they returned to the hospital with hearts pounding.
The doctor walked in, holding the file. He smiled.
John noticed it immediately.
"Congratulations," the doctor said warmly. "You're pregnant."
The world stopped.
Faith stared, not understanding. "P-pregnant?"
"Yes," the doctor repeated. "Very pregnant."
Faith let out a sound that was half a sob, half a laugh. She grabbed John's shirt and held him tightly, her body shaking.
"Oh God… thank you," she cried. "Thank you, Lord… you've done it for us."
John couldn't speak. Tears streamed down his face as he wrapped his arms around her.
"My love… we're parents," he whispered. "God answered us."
Faith cried openly now. "After all the waiting… all the tears… He remembered us."
News spread quickly.
Faith told everyone—her friends, neighbors, even strangers who smiled back at her joy. She laughed more. She glowed. People noticed.
Months passed gently.
John attended every appointment, held her hand through every ache, talked to her belly every night.
"My children," he would say proudly. "Daddy is here."
Then one evening, the doctor laughed during a scan.
"Are you ready for surprise?" he asked.
"What surprise?" John asked nervously.
"You're not having one baby," the doctor said. "You're having two."
John blinked. "Two… as in… twins?"
Faith gasped.
"Twins," the doctor confirmed.
John laughed loudly. "Wow… God blessed me with twins too!"
The day of delivery came with tears and prayers.
And then—
Crying.
Two cries.
Two lives.
Two miracles.
"They're girls," the nurse said, smiling.
Faith held them, overwhelmed. "Two daughters… John… look at them."
John wiped his tears. "What shall we name them?"
Faith smiled weakly. "Favour… and Favorite."
John nodded. "Perfect."
That night, as the twins slept, John held Faith's hand.
"Remember the noodles?" he whispered.
Faith laughed softly through tears. "I'll never forget."
They looked at their daughters, knowing one thing for sure—
The wait had been worth it.