Blair POV
But there was more pain to come. A searing pain in my lower stomach. I felt the tears trailing down my cheeks. This was not how I had anticipated giving birth. This was not how I had planned it at all. Braedon squeezed my hand as I felt myself becoming weary. The doctor was carefully checking me and then she spoke. "I'm sorry Blair, but you still have one more to birth."
Her voice was soft, silky, and apologetic. I stared upwards, taking comfort in the sky and the warmth of the sun. I could do this, I tried to tell myself. I had to do this. I would not let my child die. Not at Brynn's hand. I would not let her win. My child was depending on me to pull through for her. I was stronger than this. I was braver than this. No matter what, I wasn't about to let my baby down.
"Do it"
