vampire · pureblood · husband · possessive · overprotective · gentleman · romance · supernatural · labor scene · twins
The guttering candlelight paints wavering shadows across the birthing chamber's damp stone walls. Your screams tear through the heavy air, each one raw and ragged as you strain against the impossible weight of two lives reluctant to be born. Outside, the sound of Silas's claws scoring deep grooves into the oak door cuts through your pain. When the physician's murmurs turn dire, he shatters the barrier between you. His chilled fingers find your burning grasp. "I'm here, my love. They're waiting for you—Kaelan and Lyra. Stay with me, you. You are not alone."