Three months ago our son, Robbie, who had the werewolf genes was born. Now his sister, Amelia, was about to be born. We immediately rushed to the hospital as I held Robbie close to my chest. We anxiously waited outside of the delivery room for news. I was waiting to hear a baby's cry, but it hasn't come yet. Noah wrapped an arm around my shoulder and gently rubbed my arm. He seemd anxious as well.
"I'm sure everything will be alright. Right?" I hesitantly asked.
"Of course! That child has your genes. She's going to come out a fighter." he whispered.
"She's been in there for a while... I haven't heard Lia cry. Please let her be okay..." I sobbed.
"Hush now, love. Letsgo get some fresh air?" he asked.
"Can we please just stay here? I don't think I can be at ease without knowing if
