I remember that day, the day I got that phone call at work. I remember hearing my wife on the phone, ecstatic but hurried. She told me our baby was coming. I had dropped the stack of papers I was carrying and left the building. When I got home, I saw her waiting patiently on the couch. Her will was formidable; I always liked that aspect of her. We got in the car and rushed off to the hospital. “Why… What are you…” I said softly. I came off more scared than intimidating which wasn’t too far from what I actually felt. It merely let out a low throaty growl. “Can I help y-“ “Hmm? What do you mean?”