CHAPTER 63
“Alik—“ Elisha’s eyes opened widely.
Alik squinted, his curved eyebrows furrowed in a slight frown, as he looked into Elisha’s wide-opened eyes.
“What is it?” He asked softly.
“Ah,” Elisha’s thin cherry-colored lips formed an o. Her breathing was also hampered.
“Sweetheart!” Worriedly Alik’s eyes glided downwards and landed into her protruding belly, which Elisha was holding. “Gosh! It’s the baby!” His heart pounded vigorously on his chest.
Phoebe rushed to their side when she saw that Alik lifted Elisha and carried her in his arms. She immediately called the palace physician and ordered them to proceed to a birthing room. Alik arranged a private room near their quarters, equipped with modern pieces of equipment necessary for birthing.
“It was too early,” he murmured.
