Chapter 62: The Birth

Amelia had always been aware that giving birth would be painful, but nothing could have equipped her for its intensity.

The intense contraction coursing through her body took away her breath, and she clenched her teeth, holding onto the railing of the hospital bed as she emitted a soft, strained groan. Her forehead glistened with sweat, and the clinical odour of the delivery room blended with the subtle, lingering fragrance of Andrew’s cologne while he stood next to her, holding her hand firmly.

“It's alright, Amelia,” Andrew replied, his tone firm yet heavy with concern. "You are doing fantastic."

She cast him a glare amid her contractions. “Don't—speak to me—as if I’m a kid,” she gasped, struggling to utter the words before another surge of agony hit her.