“Just breath, Camila,” I say softly to Camila.
“What do you think I am doing!” Camila screams back at me.
I shrink back a little at her screams, I know that she was in so much pain and she didn’t really mean it, but still her glowy eyes were really starting to freak me out.
“Sweet Blood Goddess...if you act like this during the birth of our babies...I don’t think I will make it... ” Demetrio mind linked me, as he stood in the corner of the bedroom, standing next to a still passed out Marcos on the couch.
I laughed through our link, “The beautiful miracle of childbirth, my love, and you better pray hard to your Blood Goddess because with twins, I am going to be much worse,” I smirk at Dem who blanches.
I laugh through our link again. “I’m kidding, love. Now please, hurry up and wake up
