John trudged through the field, trying to get back to Mary and his shack as fast as possible, but he could only go so fast with his bruises and sore feet. The midwife was already there, helping Mary through the birth, and he was so disappointed that he couldn't be there for Mary.
When he finally got to the door, he knocked, hearing the cries of a baby and the cooing of the midwife. Had their baby just been born? Or had it been a while since the child had last eaten? John didn't know anything about children, but he started to get this feeling of responsibility for the child he hadn't even seen yet. Even the baby's voice sounded angelic in his ears. He wanted to see his wife and his child immediately.
John came inside with wide eyes, and when he saw the baby girl being put into his wife's arms for the first time, he teared up. That was his family. This was his family, and this was his house. He never expected to be in such a situation, but it felt amazing. More than amazing. It felt awe-inducing.
"My darling," he whispered into the air, barely enough air in his lungs to produce a sound, but he rushed to the bedside and knelt down, his hands touching gently, as if not to disturb, Mary and their baby. "What sex? Come on, darling, please tell me, don't tease."