Chapter 30 As The Eldest
Samuel I blocked off Raphael. My wife was trying her hardest to stay composed through her contractions. A thin layer of sweat shone on her skin; her brows knitted together from the pain. Soon our daughter would be born, and I’d be out there instead of right here. Her pain seeped through our bond, like a ghostly feeling my abdomen pulsed with a fraction of what she felt. If it were possible to take away, I’d have volunteered. To absorb it into my body so she wouldn’t have to be forced into swallowing her screams. There was nothing but one I wouldn’t give up for her and our children. They were my light when I couldn’t see ahead, guiding me back to myself for as much as I could recover. Her light brown eyes focused on me. Something changed in her expression, like she knew what I had in
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