Ivy:
“I can’t get comfortable.” I whimpered as another contraction ran through my stomach.
The twins readjusted, and Ransome rubbed my back while Riot jumped from the bed and ran a bath, talking about how he read that submerging in water would help relieve the pressure that kind of felt like a Mac truck ripping my hips apart.
“Maybe we should get a doctor,” Ransome said softly. I knew that wasn’t a good idea. I was sure there wasn’t a doctor in Tartarus I could trust with bringing our daughter into this world, and I knew getting the doctor I did trust here would only result in their death.
“You know we can’t do that. We are on our own here.” I said as the squeezing of my contraction released.
“Come here, sweetheart. Let’s see if this helps.” Riot scooped me up, took me into the ba
