Zephyr POV
On the night I clocked eight months, I stopped breathing. This didn't happen on purpose, my body just...stopped.
One moment I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the baby kick. The next, my chest refused to move as my lungs wouldn't take in air.
I panicked as I tried to gasping to force air in but that didn't do s**t.
I was slowly loosing my sight and my hands grabbed my throat on pure instinct.
Just when I thought it was over, the bedroom door burst open. He took one look at me and his face went white.
"CAROL!"
He was on me in seconds as he tilted my head back then started chest compressions.
"Come on," he cried. "Come on, Zephyr. Breathe, BREATHE!!"
Carol ran in and as soon as she saw what was happening, she grabbed her medical bag.
"When did this sta
