Labor Of Love

(My wife is pregnant with our first child but her second. She had given her first child up for adoption after her ex left her on very poor terms.)

Wife: “Honey, will you be in the delivery room when our baby is born?”

Me: “Why do you ask?”

Wife: “Well, [Ex] couldn’t handle the sight of blood so he couldn’t be in the delivery room when our baby was born.”

Me: “Nothing will stop me from being in that room with you. If I have to drive a tank through the hospital wall I will be in that room with you.”

(The day she went into labor I drove her to the hospital and stopped by a toy store to pick up a little toy tank. I brought it into the room with us when our daughter was born.)