But still, his screams echoed through my ears and broke my heart.
I blame Adam and Eve and their Original Sin for this. I'm not Christian, but I feel like there's someone to blame for the suffering from a mother will go through during birth - and that someone wasn't God.
No mother should have to experience that, and no father should have to see their partner experience it.
I wished I could take his place. It was my fault. It was an accident. And this was the consequence.
Evan clasped a hand over his bulbous stomach and looked up at me.
"Stop... blaming yourself," he whispered, "and start helping me," he added with a smile.
He squeezed my hand tight, and it was only then I realised that I has been holding it in the first place.
I didn't say anything. I knew - and he knew - what he had to do.
He screamed again, but this time I was the one to squeeze his hand. I kissed him on the forehead.
"I'm so sorry, " I whispered. "This is all my fault."
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