Chapter Twenty-FourEmmett
Seven Months Later
“Don’t push yet.” I take Jenna’s hand and give it a squeeze. “You can do this, baby. Just a little bit longer.”
“Are you f*****g kidding me?” she snaps back, her voice sharp.
Jenna rarely swears. I hate that she’s in pain, but I force a pleasant smile onto my face, doing my best to keep calm. If I stay calm, maybe she’ll stay calm.
“You’ve got this, babe. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”
“I don’t know, Emmett.” She winces again.
“Just a bit longer. I love you so much.”
I’m trying to put on a brave front, but the truth is, I’m about to f*****g strangle the anesthesiologist. He did Jenna’s epidural an hour ago, but she’s still in pain. The labor and delivery nurse is trying to be positive. She adjusts the stirrups
