Tara’s pov
The golden ray of sunlight peeked through the window. My breaths became fast-paced, then went faint, while my body writhed in huge agony as the labour pain hit me.
Sweat caressed my forehead despite the fresh air swirling around me. My knuckles have turned white, and my face must have been red.
“My baby is coming,” I growled in pain, my voice trembling.
Alec squatted next to me, his hands calm, but sweat ran down his forehead. His tough, usually stern face looked pale, and fear was clearly visible on it.
He knew a day like this would come, but I doubt he was ready.
"I'm here," he murmured, his voice gritty yet comforting. "You're tougher than this, Nora. You can handle it."
Hoarding my tears at the back of my eyes. I nodded, “Sure.” At least with him.
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