Chapter 290 – Contractions

Ella

Slowly, I breathe through my contractions, taking deep breaths in through my nose and huffing them out of my mouth. The pain is…well, I suppose I can’t say like anything I’ve felt before, can I? Not after all I’ve been through in the past five months. But it’s incredible, the way it radiates through my body, making me grit my teeth against it.

I can feel my body moving, changing along with the contractions. The pain in my pelvis, particularly, is insane, as the bones shift to make room for the baby to pass through. My eyes flash open during one particularly difficult contraction and I hear myself cry out against the pain. God, I would have thought that being a wolf made this easier – wolves seem to have a whole litter of pups without much trouble, by themselves out in the woods.

Passingly, I consider shifting into my wolf form to ease this

But then, suddenly, Sinclair bursts into my room, dashing for me.

“What,” he gasps, almost skidding to the side, looking me all over for what is wrong. “What is it, Ella – I heard you scream –”

“No,” I say, gasping a little as the contraction starts to come to its end. “No, it’s just the contraction – god, Dominic, these suck – ”

He shakes his head, still panicked, trying to put it all together as he kneels by the side of the bed and takes my hand. “Cora is coming, she’s close,” he murmurs. “She’ll be allowed in.”

“And Hank?” I ask, looking at my mate. “And Roger?”

“Roger?” Sinclair asks, confused.

“Yes, Dominic! Roger! I want him here as well!”

“Why?” Sinclair’s eyes are wide with wonder now.

him. “He’s the child’s uncle! And his godfather! He should be here! I can’t

pocket as I lean back on into the pillows, taking

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I have to give birth in a war zone with no epidural, then Roger can damn well get out

phone and then he shifts. I watch him stand, leaning

quickly taking the pillowcase between his two hands and ripping off a long

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to do the linens thing and boil water that’s just in the movies. I’m sure Cora will bring something

my brow with the little square

contraction not starting yet. “I

chin between the fingers of

him, willing myself to believe it too – that I’m strong even though I’m scared and in pain.

shut again, my hands moving low

breathe in that special way Cora made me practice,

way, with long stretches of pain followed up by a few minutes of respite. Unfortunately, those minutes are coming closer and closer together. I’m moving through this birth process fast, and I don’t have any control over it. If I could wait,

no, it seems like Rafe and my

on the way here. He brings me two cool cups of water, one for drinking,

face the worry and guilt that he’s done something horrible in not getting me to the hospital. I hold his gaze steadily whenever I can, letting him know, silently,

bag slung over her shoulder. I almost spill the glass

almost bowling Sinclair over in her singular

out a hand to balance himself so that he doesn’t go sprawling on the floor.

enture

her eyes sweeping over me. “Tell me

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