Azalea
I couldn’t feel the baby. Just pain and panic. Was Missy okay? Did Liam and Maddox get to her in time? What about all the fighting? Was anyone hurt?
“Azalea, I need to know how long ago your contractions started,” I could hear Doctor Ron call out calmly to me.
“Liam,” I whimpered. “Liam, I can’t feel it.” I pried my eyes open and looked up into his face. He was filthy and naked from all the fighting and shifting. He had blood on him, but I didn’t know if it was mine or someone else’s. One of his eyes was brilliantly blue while the other almost black; Gavin was sharing control with him.
“It’s okay,” Liam mollified, trying to sound calm. “Doc is here, and we’re going to help you both.” Liam’s large hand pushed the hair back from my face that clung to the cold sweat covering me.
