Mark dropped the heavy file folder directly onto the clean stone patio floor.
The legal documents scattered across the ground as he sprinted at top speed.
Mark: Hey! Get away from my son right now, Mother!
Margarethe turned her head toward the loud sound of her son's angry voice.
Her hands slipped on the soft silk blanket as she lost her firm grip.
The baby slid from her hands and began falling toward the hard ground below.
Sarah shrieked in absolute terror, covering her eyes with both of her hands.
Mark did not hesitate for even a single fraction of a tiny second.
He dived flat across the manicured green lawn like a professional football player.
His long arms reached out fully through the air just as the baby dropped.
Mark caught the swaddled infant softly against his chest right above the grass.
He rolled heavy across the soft turf to absorb the hard impact safely.
The crowd of party guests gasped together before breaking into massive frantic cheers.
Mark sat up quickly on the grass and checked his crying baby boy completely.
Mark: Shh, it is okay, little buddy, Daddy has got you safe and sound.
Little Leo cried loudly, but he was completely unharmed from the scary fall.
Sarah rushed over on her knees and wrapped her arms around them both.
Sarah: Thank God you caught him! I was so scared we lost him!
Mark stood up slowly, holding his son tight against his wide, protective shoulder.
His face was red with pure rage as he turned toward his frozen mother.
Margarethe stood stiff near the burning fire pit, her fake smile completely gone.
Margarethe: Mark, listen to me, it was just a terrible misunderstanding, darling!
Mark: You almost destroyed my son in front of fifty eyewitnesses today!