I was Jenna's boyfriend. She was 9 months pregnant with my daughter. One night,we were both watching TV at my apartment when her water broke. We immediately got dressed and went to get a cab to the hospital. She stood outside the apartment building in pain as I ran up and down trying to get a cab,but they drove past me. I couldn't wait any longer,so I picked Jenna up and started carrying her to the hospital.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me,only stopping when crossing the road. People looked at me as I ran past them,carrying a pregnant woman in my arms. We finally arrived at the hospital,where I put Jenna in a wheelchair and the doctors took her to her room. I passed out from all the stress of my daughter about to be born. When I woke up,I was in Jenna's room. I forgot about what happened when I saw that she was holding our daughter. I smiled and walked over to her. I gently took my sleeping baby from Jenna's arms and held her as she cooed. She grabbed my finger and closed her eyes before falling asleep. I slowly handed her back to her mother so she could sleep properly. I kissed Jenna on the forehead and smiled again. It was the best moment of my life. Just then the doctor walked in to check up on us.

"Glad to see you're awake,you hit your head pretty hard when you passed out." she said and wrote something on the clipboard at the end of Jenna's bed. "Yeah,thanks for everything,Doc....