Kailee went into labor four hours ago. I am holding her hand, trying to help her through the contractions, but it seems that nothing I am doing is helping her. The doctor tried to convince her to take the epidural, but she denied it. I didn't like to see my mate suffer, but I knew she could make it. The doctor told us it was nearly time for the baby to arrive, but it felt like forever.
"You are doing fine, baby; just take a deep breath," I said, trying to calm her down while holding her hand, but I only made her angrier.
"Why don't YOU TAKE A DEEP f*****g BREATH! IT f*****g HURTS!" She yelled at me.
"Alpha, maybe you should stay quiet," a nurse whispered to me.
"DON'T TALK TO MY MATE; HE IS MINE," She growled at the poor lady.
"I am yours, baby," I reassured her. She looked at me
