I stood in the kitchen, throwing popcorns into my mouth and admiring the full moon.
The night enveloped me in its darkness, casting an eerie stillness over the house. I went back and forth from the living room to the kitchen, my steps quickening with each passing moment.
Waves of discomfort pulsed through my body, a visceral reminder that the time for new life's arrival was drawing near.
I glanced at the clock on the wall, late into the night. My heart fluttered with a mix of anticipation and unease.
I was alone at home, and the realization that my labor had commenced with no one by my side made my pulse quicken.
I didn't even realize it was nine months already. Nine months without Jax and any touch.
As the contractions intensified, a surge of panic washed over me.
I willed myse
