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A fresh band of pain tightens across my stomach. I’d ask Lincoln to run faster to the infirmary, but I don’t think that’s possible. My husband’s irises are glowing blue. He’s already at full throttle.
“Ouch.” I poke at my belly. “Stay in there until the doctor shows.”
Lincoln carries me right into our favorite examination room in the infirmary. The place is packed with all sorts of new machines. Not that I care. All I can focus on is the next contraction. Lincoln holds my hand through each one.
Dr. V. approaches my bedside. “Your mother said it took her a long time to deliver. Prepare yourself.”
I’d like to reply with some kind of comment that’s snarky or at least sane but… CONTRACTIONS.
Suddenly, light flares above my bed. My igni are here.
“What’s happening?” Dr. V takes
