I sat in the living room, reading a magazine.
It was Christmas Day and I was in my pajamas, spending it with my husband Lucas.
I looked down at my stomach. It was huge, since this baby was due any day now.
"Merry Christmas baby." I whispered, patting my stomach.
Suddenly, I felt wetness hit me.
I looked down.. My water broke.
I started to panic. "Lucas!!! The baby is coming!!"
I stood up but struggled. Lucas ran down the stairs and helped me out the front door.
He helped me into the car and I took deep breaths, sitting in the passangers seat.
"Time to deliver that baby!" Lucas said, driving as fast as he could.
I breathed. "Umm who's delivering the baby here?!"
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"Okay Maya now push." The nurse said.
I looked beside me and saw Lucas holding my hand tightly.
I did as I was told and I heard crying.
I looked down and saw her... Our beautiful baby girl.
I held it up to me, the cries getting louder and louder.
The nurse took it to get a bath and gave it back to me wrapped up in a blanket.
I saw Lucas beside me, smiling down at the baby.
"It's a Christmas miracle." He said.
