CHAPTER 47

　　CHRISTOPHER

　　Faith shouting: aaahhhh��.

　　We are June 2, my son is born at 5:45 a.m., I see my sweaty wife with the baby in her hands, I feel my heart racing, I think this image will remain etched in my memory until my dead i have a hard time describing how i feel right now i have a little one now that i plan to cherish and put above all else i feel this desire to protect them from everything i feel so many emotions different right now

　　Faith whispering: come closer

　　I approach them like a robot, arrived next to her I lower myself to be at their level, I kiss her tenderly before caressing her cheeks

　　Me moved and knotted throat: thank you for offering me all this, I love you so much

　　Faith: Look at our baby, do you want to take it?

　　Me: he's so tiny, I'm afraid to hurt him

　　Faith: it's not made of porcelain my heart, take it