Brella POV
I pushed as hard as I can, screaming. Kiefer sat beside me holding my hand as I squeeze the hell out of it. He rubs circles on my back. I could feel the sparks from his contact, and it made me feel less tense as some of my muscles relax.
Suddenly I feel like a burden has left me and I fall back panting as if I’m ran a marathon.
“It’s a girl.” Dr Hazel said softly.
I smiled as Kiefer kissed my forehead. I have a daughter I raise my head trying to see her, but I couldn’t, and the room fell oddly silent. I realize I’m not hearing the familiar cry of baby.
“Why isn’t she crying?” I ask coughing, my throat felt soar from all the screaming.
Dr Hazel didn’t answer, and I turn my head to Kiefer panic.
“She isn’t crying, why isn’t she crying?” tears started to run down my cheeks
