Alpha Farrell’s Pov
The sound of a beeping machine did no good as I paced around the room with my finger on my lips. I felt like I was thinking and, at the same time, there was nothing coming to mind.
“You’ve got to stop pacing about,” Ora said, even when the tension originated from him the most. “It’s just a baby.”
“Two babies,” I corrected as I stared at the light of the labor room. It remained in red, with no serious movements coming from inside.
Aiden stood at the side like he was not scared of anything that would happen. I had seen her face when the contraction started. She held tight to my shirt as I picked her into the car, not wanting to let go when I offered to drive the car and that was where Aiden had come into the picture.
“Is everything alright?” I asked as I saw a nurse
