Serena
It started with a sharp stab in my side.
Then came the heat—flaring through my stomach like wildfire.
I woke up gasping.
My sheets were soaked. My heart was pounding. My breath caught in my throat as a second wave of pain rolled through me, deeper this time, like something ancient was waking up inside me.
"Mira!" I choked out, pressing both hands over my belly.
It didn’t feel like normal contractions. It felt…wrong.
Within seconds, Mira burst into the room. Her white coat fluttered as she moved, her eyes already scanning my vitals on the wall-mounted hologram screen. The baby’s heart rate was rising. So was mine.
"It’s early," she muttered, touching my forehead. "Too early. Even though you're four months pregancy. The baby are nine momths matured." She gulped, checking my vi
