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Ezra grabbed hold of my hand and squeezed with all her might every time the doctor asked her to push. I pressed my lips together trying not to make a big deal over my broken finger. Mikhail is staring at whatever is going down under the sheets with wide eyes. This is a little funny. The look on his face almost takes the pain from my broken hand away.
"Last one Luna," Kylee encouraged, with a smile. Ezra pushed and the sound of her wailing pup echoed in the delivery room. She immediately let go of my hand.
I stumbled back as the blood rushing back into my fingers making them snap back together. I let out a deep breath and walked back over to her. Mikhail is frozen in place watching the nurse clean up the screaming pup.
"He's really strong," I broke the silence.
