Marcy’s POV
My contractions were getting closer and closer together, and I just wanted this pup out of me. The amount of pain these contractions were giving me was worse than sparring with three opponents. I need this pup out now.
Dr. Adams came back and checked me as another contraction hit. There was no way I was going to wait any longer. I needed this pup out. My dad used a cold wet cloth to wipe the sweat beads from my face and cool me down as I tried to make it through each of these contractions.
My mom was walking me through breathing exercises as she tried to calm me. This was intense. The women in the videos we watched made it seem like it wasn’t that bad.
“Give me the damn epidural!” I screamed as another contraction hit.
“Sorry your Highness, it’s too late. The Pup is ready
