I quietly open the door and step inside, my heart plummets, I see my beautiful wife asleep on the bed, and the tiny little bundle wrapped up, in the cot next to her, I missed it, all the money in the world and I couldn’t even get here for the birth of my child, to support my wife through the pain, to hold her hand, kiss her and tell her how amazing she is. I walk over to the cot and look down at my daughter fast asleep; she is stunning, perfect just like her mother. My eyes turn to Faith, who is now half awake watching me intently. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t make it on time. I tried so hard to get here.” I tell her my heart is breaking, she doesn’t look angry with me. “I know you would have Damien there wasn’t much else you could have done, I wasn’t alone I had your mum with me she was brilliant, all that matters is that you’re here now.” What would I do without her; she is an angel, my light and my love. I don’t wait any longer striding across to her. I place my hands on her cheeks tilting her head up to me.
