ANNABEL’S POV
"Push!!" The doctor screamed at me.
I could not. I could not. I was squeezing Thomas's hand as if my life depended on it. His face looked as if he was about to combust.
"I can't do this," I grunted, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. The pain was relentless, and every ounce of strength seemed to drain away with each passing moment.
"Yes, you can, Anna. You're strong," Thomas encouraged, his voice laced with both worry and support.
I shot him a glare that could have frozen time. "Touch me again in bed, and I will cut off your manhood."
His eyes widened, a mix of shock and amusement. "Anna, focus on the birthing process. We can discuss that later."
"I can't. I can't do this," I repeated, the pain intensifying with each passing second.
But the doctor's voice cut thro
