Liam sat in front of me with terror on his features. He held my face in his hands as he whispered soothing words to me. I can barely focus on what he says though, the pain in my sides and belly too much at the moment. This felt exactly like a contraction, and I am terrified; it’s too soon. I need the baby to stay in a few more weeks.
“Come on,” Liam said. My ears perked up at his words.
“What?” I asked, and he moved next to me and gently scooped me up into his arms.
“My uncle is expecting us,” he said, and he glided from my office. I can barely comprehend the passing halls of the packhouse as he carries me out. Another wave of pain hit me, and I tried to stifle my cry.
I can feel Liam tense around me. “Just hang in there, Little Luna,” he said in a low voice. I closed my eyes, tryi
