No More Weakness
Language: en
I lay on the birthing bed, contractions tightening, one after another. My husband, Liam Clarke, held my hand, his gaze so gentle it could melt. “Just a little longer, Eleanor, we’ll see our baby soon.” Sweat drenched me from the pain, yet I managed a small smile for him. It wasn't until the nurse walked in with a syringe that I thought it was the epidural for pain relief. But Liam suddenly released my hand, stepping back. The moment the needle pierced my skin, I heard Liam say: “Adjust the dosage carefully. She must not go into full labor until Ophelia has delivered.” My eyes widened,…