Darlene’s pov
It was overwhelming. Several unfamiliar faces flooded the room; the pain was excruciating, and I didn’t know what to expect. At least the people who arrived to help me seemed to know what they were doing. I reached out to him and begged him to stay. It wasn’t because I feared for the safety of my baby. I trusted Stephen’s father when he said that he wouldn’t let anything happen to him. Regardless, I didn’t want to be left alone in a room full of strangers.
I reached out to him and begged him to stay, not knowing what else to do. He took my hand and gave it a squeeze. His presence felt good. Well, as long as he said nothing during the labour, I would be grateful for his presence. At least I wasn’t alone in a strange place.
The contractions eased for a while before they go
