Aria’s POV
The pain was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, sharper and deeper than anything from the first birth. It radiated through my entire body, stealing my breath and leaving me trembling. My son’s cries echoed in the room, but I could barely hear him through the haze.
“What’s happening?” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands clawed at the bed, desperate for something to anchor me against the storm raging inside.
Tabitha, who had stopped chanting, looked as confused as I felt. Her sharp eyes darted between me and the doctor. “What is going on?”
“Keep chanting!” Arlo snapped, his usual playful tone gone. His voice cut through the chaos like a whip, and Tabitha immediately resumed her spell, her voice steady but tinged with worry.
Arlo took the baby from the docto
