We reached the hospital in no time once my contractions started, and it was obvious Elias was losing his composure. Honestly, his panic was driving me up the wall.
I was rushed straight into a birthing suite prepared especially for me. It was a private room stocked with every possible luxury—things I hadn’t requested but everyone insisted on arranging anyway. Elias only wanted the very best for me and our baby.
As soon as we arrived, the doctor came in to check me over and told us this baby clearly couldn’t wait. He predicted the labor wouldn’t last long at all.
By the time it was time to push, Elias was really starting to grate on my nerves.
“Come on, sweetheart, you’ve got this,” Elias encouraged.
“Oh, really? Like I even have a damn choice right now?” I snapped at him.
“It’s fine,
