Iris
The doctor came to our house and after only a couple of hours of labor, I was already giving my final pushes. This time I could experience everything, and I was happy to go through it, even the pain, because this way I knew that things were right, and how they were supposed to be. Besides, having my mate by my side, covering me with his warm love, soothed my pain a little.
“Once more, Luna. I can already see the head,” the Doctor said.
My mate held my hand tightly and wiped the beads of sweat forming on my forehead and neck.
“You are doing great, Mon Ange,” he said, kissing the back of my hand. His green eyes were laced with emotion and anticipation.
After two more long pushes, a piercing cry filled the room and the Doctor wrapped the baby in a white blanket, giving the little
