My Perfect Omega - Chapter 138
“Leila…”
Holding her hand tightly, Lucas could only call out her name desperately. As soon as the doctor entered the room and checked on Leila, he turned to Lucas and said,
“You need to prepare for the delivery. Call the midwife.”
Lucas nodded solemnly, and Anna quickly moved with a serious expression.
The day the Bavenberg household had meticulously prepared for over the past month had finally arrived.
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“Oh, dear God.”
Lucas, who had been acting anxiously at the sight of Leila’s pain, was chased out of the bedroom by the firm words of the midwife. He knelt outside the bedroom door, praying.
“Don’t you feel sorry for your daughter?”
Lucas, who had never knelt before anyone except the imperial family, had developed a habit of kneeling ever since he did so before the Pope.
He prayed fervently for God to help his omega deliver safely. Occasionally grumbling in frustration, he nonetheless prayed earnestly for Leila. It wasn’t until he had spent the entire night praying that the long-awaited sound of a baby’s cry filled the room.
“Waaah!”
The loud cry allowed everyone waiting outside the bedroom to breathe a sigh of relief. However, Lucas was the only one who couldn’t relax. He jumped up and rushed into the bedroom.
While he was eager to see the baby, what mattered most to him was Leila’s safety.
“Leila!”
As the midwife and assistant were busy cleaning the baby, Lucas approached Leila, only to stop in his tracks out of shock. She lay there, eyes closed and pale, a sight all too familiar to him.
“…Leila?”
The image of her lying battered and bruised on a bed, barely breathing, overlapped with her current appearance.
Lucas’s hands trembled.
He couldn’t move closer, nor could he step away, until Leila slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.
“Lucas.”
Her voice, hoarse from all the screaming, called out to him, breaking his paralysis. He rushed to her side, holding her hand tightly in both of his.
“…You did well.”
“It was really…”
Leila couldn’t bring herself to say it wasn’t just empty words. She hadn’t anticipated the pain of childbirth, but more than that, she wanted to indulge in the tender care of Lucas, who looked more distressed than she felt.
She grasped his hand, which gently held hers, and brought it to her forehead, murmuring,
“I was really struggling…”
“Yes, yes, you did. You were amazing.”
Hearing Lucas revert to his old, grandfatherly way of speaking, Leila couldn’t help but laugh. She held his hand tightly, thinking she wanted to go through the ordeal of childbirth again for him.
“I must really love you.”
She murmured, thinking that was why she didn’t resent him even after giving birth, and he replied,
“You couldn’t love me more than I love you.”
As they whispered their mutual love, the midwife approached with the newborn.
“Congratulations, Duke and Duchess. You have a beautiful baby girl.”
The midwife gently placed the baby in Leila’s arms, and both parents stopped talking to stare at her, mesmerized. The newborn’s bright platinum curls, still damp, glistened in the light.
“…She’s so beautiful.”
Leila, though she had given birth to the baby, hadn’t expected her to be this beautiful. She was also deeply grateful to be able to see her child with her own eyes. As she looked at the baby moving her lips in her arms, she beamed at Lucas.
He couldn’t take his eyes off the scene of his omega and their child together. It was more beautiful than any masterpiece. Etching this unforgettable moment into his memory, he smiled back at Leila.
This was the moment Rosalie, the eldest daughter of Bavenberg and future renowned musician known as the wingless angel, was born.
