Alejandro’s throat tightened. He gave the smallest nod, forcing himself to remain professional. With a swift motion, he pushed the stretcher forward, his team of nurses gathering around. The tension in the room thickened—not just from the risk of labor, but from the collision of two souls bound by a complicated past.
A Fight Against Time
Almost immediately, complications set in. Valeria’s blood pressure dropped dangerously. The baby’s heartbeat grew faint, flickering on the monitor like a warning. Every instinct in Alejandro’s body screamed with urgency.
“Prepare for intervention,” he commanded, his voice steady though his chest burned.
The team moved as one—nurses adjusting IV lines, assistants readying instruments. Alejandro’s hands, practiced and precise, guided the process with the calm authority of years of experience. Yet beneath that calm, his mind reeled. He wasn’t just helping a patient. He was helping her.
For nearly forty minutes, the room pulsed with tension. The mother groaned, the monitors beeped, and the medical team battled against fading strength and time.
And then, with a sudden cry that pierced through the heavy silence, the baby entered the world.
The Moment That Changed Everything
Alejandro lifted the infant gently into his arms. At first, he saw only the small, fragile body of a newborn—pink skin, trembling fists, a voice demanding life. But as he looked closer, his breath caught in his throat.
The child’s eyes—deep, dark, and familiar—stared back at him with a shocking resemblance. The tiny dimples appeared when the baby’s lips quivered, dimples Alejandro himself had carried since childhood.
Then came the undeniable mark: a teardrop-shaped birthmark etched on the baby’s shoulder. It was rare, passed down through his family from his grandfather, to his father, and then to him.
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