Eight month later…..
Gwen’s scream sliced through the night like a siren.
Damien’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white as he sped through the empty streets. The rain was pouring hard, splattering across the windshield, the tires screeching at every sharp turn.
“Hold on, baby,” he said, voice trembling. “We’re almost there.”
Gwen clutched her belly, sweat soaking through her hospital gown. “Damien—oh God, he’s coming! I can feel it!” she gasped, her voice breaking.
Panic rose in Damien’s throat. He pressed harder on the gas pedal, the car engine roaring.
“Just hold on, princess. Please,” he pleaded, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. “Stay with me.”
“It hurts!” she screamed again, tears streaking down her face. “Damien, it hurts so bad!”
He reached for
