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Rosa’s POV

The hour dragged on very slowly and every tick of the clock was grating on my nerves.

Allesio sat beside me, calm as ever, while I sat on the edge of my chair, bouncing my knee like an addict in withdrawal.

Meanwhile, Alaric was still in there with Emilia.

Which was a good thing, because if he’d been out here, I’m pretty sure he would’ve threatened to burn the hospital down by now.

“I feel like I’m going to throw up,” I muttered, gripping my hands together.

Allesio smirked. “You’re not even the one giving birth.”

I snapped my head toward him. “Do you want me to punch you right now? Because I will. Just to burn off the stress.”

He chuckled, reaching out to play with a strand of my hair. “Relax, bambolina. The hardest part is almost over.”

I exhaled sharply. “Easy for you to say. You’re not best friends with a hormonal mafia wife who has a love-hate relationship with knives.”

He laughed again, but before I could give him another death glare, the labor room doors swung op
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