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They decided to name her Alex, though she's a girl.

Crying, the nurse carried her away. Carah released a relieved sigh. Finally, the one thing she's always wanted all along came to life. It was like she was born to be a mom.

Her husband sat next to her, holding her hand tight. It was quiet, but you can feel the peaceful joy in the air.

Carah met Joe in the airport. It was unusual, but it worked out. Carah was getting too old, all her girlfriends had settled down. For her, the desire came a little late. But it came.

Joe was younger than Carah, but both of them didn't mind. He's had his rough share of life, there is a bullet scar on his left leg. He moved away from his hometown, wanting to start over somewhere else.

They met, fell in love, and got married. Everything would be picture perfect once that little bundle of joy came. A boy or a girl, it wouldn't matter. They just needed a child to love. But it didn't come easy.

The waiting began. One year, two years, three.. They were getting impatient. Four, five.. They started to blame each other. Then themselves. It seemed like it was never going to happen. They tried and kept trying, only to find they needed to wait a little longer.

Much longer, in fact. It is a miracle in itself that they are still together through all the fighting and blaming and pain. Carah's mom passed away, while her dad had left her long ago. Now her parents won't ever get to see their grandchild, leaving her heart silently broken.

It was in their eighth year when the doctor said Carah was four weeks pregnant. Tears of joy flooded their eyes. Finally that room they prepared eight years ago will have someone living in it. Finally they can start shopping for baby clothes. Finally it will be three instead of two. Finally.

After the hopeful nine long months, baby Alex came. The baby that everyone has been waiting for is here, in the hands of the nurse.

Carah watched gleefully as Alex was taken away. She was overjoyed, but tired. She fell asleep.