"Mom, Dad!" I called out, my voice strained through the pain. My mother immediately rushed over her expression a blend of concern and maternal determination.
“Mommy”, Mason said and crashed into me.
“Mason careful you might hurt your mother”, my father reprimanded him “How are you feeling my dear?”, he knelt done and kissed my sweaty forehead.
“I’m okay I’m glad you’re both here”, I smiled through the pain.
"Lilly, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" She reached for my hand, her touch reassuring.
"I'm scared, Mom," I admitted, grimacing as another contraction built. I was scared what if something went wrong?
My Mom squeezed my hand, pulling me gently into a hug as best she could with me still in the wheelchair. "It’s going to be okay, darling. You’re strong, We’re all here with you."
