No More Weakness

Summary

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.”