Caesar Martin rushed into the hospital, out of breath and visibly panicked. With a maternity bag slung over his shoulder, he pleaded at the front desk, “My name is Caesar Martin. My wife, Catherine, is in labor. Where’s the maternity ward?” The receptionist quickly checked the system and pointed down the hall. “Room 203,” she said. But Caesar was already sprinting.
“I’ll make it. I can’t miss the birth of my son,” he told himself as he ran through the corridors.
He burst through the delivery room door. Catherine was on the bed, pale and sweating, but smiling through her pain. Nurses buzzed around, and the doctor issued orders. “You’re late!” Catherine shouted, crying out through another contraction.
Caesar rushed to her side, quickly suiting up with help from a nurse. He held her hand. “You can do this, sweetheart. I’m here.” Finally, with one last push, their son arrived. But the moment Caesar saw the baby, his world collapsed. The child—Michael—had dark skin. In shock, Caesar pulled away from Catherine and stared at…..Read Full Story Here………………………….
