Birth of Waylen.

Nine months Later

Larisa's face was twisted in pain as she gripped the bed sheets and pushed with all her might. The midwife, a calm and experienced woman, stood by her side, offering words of encouragement.

"You're doing great, Larisa," the midwife said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Just a few more pushes and your baby will be here."

Larisa screamed again, the pain almost unbearable. "I can't do this," she cried.

"Yes, you can," the midwife replied firmly. "I know it hurts, but you're almost there. Just focus on your breathing and push."

With a final burst of strength, Larisa gave one last push. And then she heard it - the sound of her baby's cries.

"It's a boy," the midwife announced, holding the tiny, wriggling bundle in her arms. "Congratulations, Larisa, you did it."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Larisa couldn't stop the tears from streaming down her face. The midwife gently placed the baby on her chest, and she felt an instant bond with her Son.

As Larisa held her new