“I’ve got you,” he says softly in my ear and I nod against him as the pain intensifies.
The contraction passes and I reach down, pulling off Seth’s shirt that I’m still wearing. It just feels constricting and like it’s holding me down, which I recognize seems absurd, but I don’t feel emotionally stable at the moment. I lean back against the side of the bed, taking a few deep breaths.
“Can I have my water?” I ask, tears falling down my cheeks.
Seth doesn’t move, but Michael does, grabbing it from the night stand and bringing it to me. “Here, Princess.”
“Thank you,” I tell him, surprised at his actions, but thankful for them.
Another contraction comes upon me, and another, and another. I become so frustrated that I can’t safely deliver my babies as a literal battle is ragin
