Elena POV
I whimpered as sharp waves of pain radiated from my abdomen, each one stronger than the last. Curling up tightly, I wrapped my arms protectively around my stomach. “They’re dying, Asher,” I choked out, tears blurring my vision, the weight of my words cutting deeper than the pain itself. His distressed eyes flickered between me and Paul, desperate for answers no one could give.
"At least do something about her pain!" Asher snapped, his voice sharp, breaking with helplessness. His hand swept the strands of damp hair from my face, his touch both comforting and desperate. “And someone get a fucking blanket, she’s shaking,” he barked, his fury directed at anyone who stood idly by. I hadn’t even realized just how violently my body trembled, but his warmth grounded me in that moment.
I squeezed my eyes shut, another cry ripping free as I pressed both palms to my abdomen, right where my little boys and girl should’ve been safe. I prayed they knew how fiercely I loved them. How none
