Clara could only watch her child through the glass walls. There was nothing else she could do. She only hoped that her child was strong enough to survive.

"By the way, have you named the child?" Serenity sat on the edge of the bed and asked Clara.

"Well, yes." A smile curved her lips as she said her daughter's name, "Amy Birch."

"Birch?" Serenity was surprised.

"Yeah. Her family name will be Birch," Clara answered. She wanted her daughter to have her father's last name.

"And what does her