Wait Until Midnight To Be Born
Language: en
The pain was a living, breathing thing inside me. By the time my water broke and they rushed me into the maternity ward, I was already dilated to ten centimeters. My body was screaming, violently urging me to push. But my husband, Harry, refused to let me into the delivery room. "Let me push," I sobbed, my fingers clawing at the sterile hospital sheets. "Harry, please! If I hold him in any longer, he’s going to die!" He just smiled, a terrifyingly calm expression on his face, and smoothed the damp hair away from my forehead. His eyes were dark with an unshakable, irrational…