5 months later
Quinn
"I'm going to kill you," Irina hissed at me.
Her brow was dotted with sweat and she gripped my hand tight enough to break it.
"Ok, we’ll do that later, baby. Let’s get these boys out first," I said.
"I hate you.'' She gritted her teeth as her stomach tightened and another contraction hit.
"Remember the visualisation. Imagine it as a surge of power,” Al’s voice was calm and melodic.
Frankly if I’d tried to say half of what she’d been spouting for the last half hour, I’d be a dead man.
“Fifty-thousand-volt surge more like!” Irina gritted out.
I suppressed a smile that might get me castrated. She’d already shifted her hand and clawed at my hand and the sheets earlier.
“Why don’t we get you moving a bit. I read all fours position helps move birth along be
