KAIA
Nine months later…
Pain rips through my body, and I scream.
"I know, amor. I know." Vincent's voice is rough with worry. His hand grips mine so tight I think he might break my fingers, but I hold on harder.
"You're doing so well," Dr. Tracy says from between my legs. "One more push, Kaia. Just one more."
I shake my head, gasping for air. "I can't—"
"You can." Vincent leans down, his forehead pressed against mine. Through the bond, I feel his absolute faith in me. His love. His terror that something might go wrong mixed with fierce pride. "You're the strongest person I know."
Another contraction builds, and I bear down with everything I have left.
The pressure is unbearable, overwhelming—then suddenly releases all at once.
A thin, wailing cry fills the room.
"It's a boy!" Dr.
