The tension in the room weighed heavy on me. Like someone had put a concrete shawl round my shoulders. The sweat was pouring off me as I reached into Aneka’s belly for the second time. I had successfully managed to deliver a son; he was being cleaned and cared for by the females behind me.
His cries were like music to my ears. Fredrik was kneeling by his mate’s bed, holding her limp hand in his own. His forehead resting on the side of the bed. He had not moved to go and look at his son, he was clearly too worried to move from Aneka’s bedside. I felt another chubby little arm and began to manoeuvre the child so I could pull them out next. Almost my entire arms were inside Aneka’s belly. My shirt sleeves were soaked in blood and fluids. I gave a gentle tug, and another baby was pulled ou
