Freya’s POV
Five months later.
The pain was unreal. It was like my body was being cut in half. I tried to breathe through the contraction and not inflict bodily harm on Ezren. He was next to me, holding my leg up, looking excited and horrified all at once.
“Breathe, Freya. Slow it down.”
“Don’t tell me to slow it down. I want this thing out of me.”
Grace’s cheeks puffed out, and she looked green, holding my other leg. “I’m going to puke.” She dropped my leg and raced out of the room.
Clare stepped up. “Really,” she said, calm and collected. She brushed my hair off my face. “You can do this. Now stop messing around and push that baby out.”
I blinked at her. Did she really tell me to stop messing around? I got mad and pushed hard. I curled as tight as I could around the baby. Giving
