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The door to the delivery room creaked open with a soft click, a sound that resonated in Ke Wenbo's ears like a heavenly melody, instantly shattering all his anxiety and unease.
A nurse emerged, cradling a tightly wrapped bundle in a baby blanket, her face beaming with joy, reminiscent of flowers blooming in spring. "Congratulations!" she announced cheerfully, her voice bright and lively. "It's a boy, and both mother and child are safe!"
In that moment, Ke Wenbo felt an immense weight lift off his shoulders; the tension in his body melted away, and his legs nearly gave way beneath him. His heart raced with excitement, pounding as if it were about to leap from his chest.
He was eager to rush forward and see his son but was stopped by the nurse. "Not so fast," she smiled. "You'll be able to see him shortly."
Upon hearing the words "mother and child are safe," Ke Wenbo's mother and mother-in-law embraced each other tightly, tears of joy streaming down their faces as they repeatedly exclaimed how wonderful it was. The wrinkles on their faces seemed to smooth out, as if they had shed ten years.
Though Ke Wenbo's father-in-law did not display as much emotion, he wore a satisfied smile, his eyes sparkling with happiness. They patted each other's shoulders, sharing an unspoken understanding.
Ke Wenbo was filled with excitement and joy; it felt as though he were dreaming, everything too surreal to comprehend. He took a deep breath, striving to calm his racing heart.
The nurse led Ke Wenbo to the hospital room, where he finally saw Fang Jing Shu lying in bed. Her complexion appeared slightly pale, but she seemed to be in good spirits. Upon seeing him, she offered a weak yet blissful smile. "Wen Bo, you’ve worked hard."
Ke Wenbo held Fang Jing Shu's hand, his eyes misty with emotion and affection. "Fang Jing Shu, you are the one who has worked the hardest," he replied, his voice choked with tenderness.
The nurse gently brought the baby over and placed him beside Fang Jing Shu. Ke Wenbo gazed at the tiny, wrinkled infant, feeling an indescribable wave of emotion and love wash over him. He softly touched the baby's little hand, feeling its warmth and softness as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.
"Wen Bo, let's name the baby," Fang Jing Shu said gently, looking at him with warmth in her eyes.
After a moment of contemplation and countless names flashing through his mind, Ke Wenbo finally said slowly, "Let's name him Zhe Zhe. May he grow up safe and sound."
Fang Jing Shu nodded in agreement.
The room was filled with a faint scent of disinfectant mixed with the unique smell of baby milk. Ke Wenbo found this aroma both strange and wonderful. The joy of becoming a father dulled the exhaustion from the past few days as he carefully cradled his son in his arms, feeling the profound impact of this new life.
Zhe Zhe slept soundly, his little face rosy and occasionally smacking his lips while emitting soft cooing sounds. Ke Wenbo adjusted his position cautiously, afraid to disturb him.
However, this tranquility did not last long. By evening, Zhe Zhe began to cry uncontrollably despite all attempts to soothe him. Fang Jing Shu was too weak from childbirth to get up and could only fret anxiously.
Ke Wenbo fumbled through changing diapers and feeding formula but to no avail; Zhe Zhe's cries grew louder as if he intended to overturn the entire hospital room.
"Is he hungry?" Fang Jing Shu asked weakly, her voice tinged with worry.
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