(Tara's POV)
“Tara!” Stella called my name as she squeezed my hand. She wiped the sweat on my forehead. She was standing near the headrest of the bed. When I craned my neck to see her face, her face was full of worries like she was the one who was giving birth and not me.
I chuckled in between the pain I was feeling. “Stella,” I said as I took a deep breath. “Thank you... for everything. Bree-”
She nodded, and despite the tears shimmering her eyes, she did not cry. “Yes, for Bree. You can do this, Tara. Think of Bree,” She said.
I nodded, feeling the contraction more often now. I heaved a deep sigh, listening intently to the doctor’s instructions, giving more pushes. Amid my pain, I closed my eyes, remembering Blake’s face and imagining he was the one holding my hand. I puffed a couple of quick short breaths, then I heard the doctor say, “O
