My Wife Gave Birth to a Black Baby, I Stayed By Her Side Forever!

The delivery room felt like the center of the universe that day. Machines beeped steadily, nurses moved with calm precision, and Emma crushed my hand with every contraction as her face shifted between agony and anticipation. After nine long months, the moment was finally here. The nursery was ready, the baby clothes washed and folded, the names narrowed down. We’d spent countless nights imagining our daughter—Emma’s soft curls, my cheekbones, maybe the dimple that ran through my family. Then came that unmistakable cry, sharp and raw. Our daughter entered the world. The doctor lifted her gently into the air, tiny…

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