Chapter 291: Contractions


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    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, particrly, is


    insane, as the bones shift to make room for the baby to pass through. My eyes sh open during one


    particrly 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, Sinir 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, E – I


    heard you scream –”


    “No,” I say, gasping a little as the contraction starts toe 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 ising, she’s close,” he murmurs. “She’ll be allowed in.”


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


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    “Roger?” Sinir asks, confused.


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


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


    “Because!” I smack his shoulder, frowning at him. “He’s the child’s uncle! And his godfather! He should


    be here! I can’t believe you didn’t call him!”


    “E,” Sinir sighs, reaching for the cell phone in his back pocket as I lean back on into the pillows,


    taking deep breaths. “I can’t believe you’re thinking about propriety while you’re giving birth with


    insurgents outside


    “This is going to be as perfect as I can make it for Rafe!” I snap, determined. “And if I have to give birth


    in a war zone with no epidural, then Roger can damn well get out of bed ande over here to greet


    his nephew!”


    “Oookay…” Sinir says softly, giving in without any further questions. I hear him tapping on his phone


    and then he shifts. I watch him stand, leaning over me. Frowning, he leans over and grabs one of the


    pillows from the other side of the bed, quickly taking the pillowcase between his two hands and ripping


    off a long strip,


    “You know you don’t need to do the linens thing and boil water that’s just in the movies. I’m sure Cora


    will bring something else to sterilize any instruments she brings-”


    “It’s not for that,” he murmurs, leaning down and wiping the sweat from my brow with the little square of


    pillowcase folded in his hand. “How are you, love? How do you feel?”


    I rx back as much as I can against the pillows, the next contraction not starting yet. “I feel…


    determined,” I say, gazing up at him. “Rafe is ready. He told me so. We’re both ready.”


    “That’s my girl,” Sinir says softly, taking my chin between the fingers of his big hand and gazing at


    me. “So strong.”


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


    strong. For him, and for Rafe, and yes – for myself – I can be strong.


    “Ooooh,” I say, pressing my eyes shut again, my hands


    Sinir gets on his knees by my side again, steady and tense. Then, as I start to breathe in that special


    way Cora made me practice, he breathes along with me. He’s there with me, every step.


    Time passes quickly this way, with long stretches of pain followed up by a few minutes of respite.


    Unfortunately, those minutes areing 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, just hold him in while we wait for Cora


    to get here…


    But no, it seems like Rafe and my body have other ns.


    Sinir talks softly to me throughout the process, helping me get ready in the moments between


    contractions. He helps me change into a cotton nightgown instead of the travel clothes I was wearing


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


    strips of pillowcase in toy across my hot forehead. Throughout it all, my mate is all attention and


    support.


    But beneath that, I can see on his 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, that we’re


    all going to be all right. We’re going to make it.


    I don’t know how much time has passed when the door bursts open. Cora flies into the room, panting, a


    medical bag slung over her shoulder. I almost spill the ss of tap water Sinir just handed me all


    over myself as I give a little shriek of surprise when she bursts in.


    “E,” she gasps, dashing over to me, almost bowling Sinir over in her singr focus to be at my


    side, to look me over and assess my condition.


    “Steady,” Sinir murmurs, a little frustrated, as he puts out a hand to bnce himself so that he


    doesn’t go sprawling on the floor. Cora ignores him.


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    “E, love,” she murmurs, her eyes sweeping over me. “Tell me what’s going on


    I need to know.” She puts a hand on my stomach, feeling for the baby. “He’s low…” she murmurs as I


    fill her in on the timing of my contractions – three minutes apart now – and the aches and pains.


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    “Everything sounds normal, E,” she says calmly, looking at me in the eye so that I can see her faith. I


    hear Sinir give a great sigh of relief, but I keep my eyes on my sister. She breaks my gaze, though,


    and starts peeling back the sheets. “I need to take a look. Can youy back all the way?”


    I do as she says, clearing the pillows so that I cany t on the bed and allowing my sister to examine


    me. As she does, I look up at Sinir, who takes my hand.


    “Well,” Cora says quietly after a few minutes. “I don’t have all of the tools I would like to make a full


    assessment, but,” she sits up and looks me in the eyes, giving me a big grin. “E, you’ve moved


    through this remarkably fast. From what I see, you’re ten inches dted and ready to start pushing.”


    Her grin broadens. “Are you ready to have this baby, sis?” Cora asks, reaching forward to take my


    other hand.


    “Really?” I gasp, my eyes going wide. I look between my sister and my mate. “No way – it’s too soon


    “It’s time,” she says, “believe it or not, but it’s time.”


    “But,” I struggle to sit up and Sinir offers a helping hand. “Hank isn’t here yet – neither is Roger


    “Roger,” Cora snaps, frowning at me a little. “Why is heing?”


    “What is with you two,” I ask, baffled, looking between my mate and my sister. “Why is everyone so


    shocked that I want the baby’s uncle to be here when he’s born?”


    “We just didn’t think of it, love,” Sinir responds, brushing the damp hair away from my forehead. “Our


    concentration is on you.”


    I open my mouth to respond but a sudden surge of pain hits me and I groan, turning my attention back


    to my belly, my core, where I can feel my child pressed low against me. Ooohhhh,” I say, hunching my


    shoulders forward. “Oh, it’s a big one.”


    “They’re all going to be big now,” Cora says, perhaps a little too cheerfully. “Come on, E. It’s time to


    push.”