Chapter 189. Cethium

JACOB

I had no recipe for how to deal with the passing of the days that seemed to be getting faster and faster. I looked at my wife, who was lying on the bed, preparing for the long-awaited delivery.

The minutes stopped, colliding with the doubts that accumulated and then made the hours pass too quickly. I held her hands so she did not feel alone, and I accompanied her until it was all over.

“Is everything all right?” I asked, looking at the doctor like someone about to be executed.

“Yes, Your Majesty, you are on the right track.”

I was not satisfied with any of her answers, no matter how hard she tried to make me understand that things were going well. Seeing my wife there in that bed, about to give birth, was a new experience, beautiful and harrowing at the same time.

Her labor had been normal, or so the doctor had said. I hated feeling ignorant about such things. I would have liked my wife to deliver, and me to receive the baby, but we could