บททั้งหมดของ What Survived The Burn: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Amy’s POVI stood beside Doc, gloved hands ready, eyes flicking between her and Loria’s pale, sweat-slicked face. Baby C should’ve been crowning by now. The last contraction had come and gone, and still—nothing.Doc frowned, lips pressed into a line. “Amy, grab the ultrasound.”“On it.”I turned and crossed quickly to the machine in the corner, wheeling it back with practiced speed. Simon stepped aside, and I brought the probe to Loria’s abdomen, pressing the warmed gel into place. A few passes was all it took before the black-and-white image flickered to life on the screen.There.I tilted the wand, refining the view, and then gave a single nod. “Baby C is breech. Butt-down.”Doc didn’t so much as blink. “Can you confirm the size?”I studied the measurements as they loaded. “Closer to Baby B than Baby A. Looks like another healthy one—just backward.”Doc exhaled, calm but focused. “I can deliver breech. There’s enough room. Loria’s body already did most of the work with the first two

Loria’s POVThe chaos had faded, but the silence left behind was heavier than any noise. I could still hear the frantic rhythm of Amy's voice, the beeping of machines, the desperate counting of chest compressions. It was like a ghost in my ears. I was still trembling, still trying to catch my breath. My chest ached, not from pain, but from something deeper—the fear that had wrapped around my ribs and refused to let go."Loria," Amy said gently, stepping up to my side with a syringe in her hand. Her voice cut through the fog in my head. "This is just to take the edge off, okay? It won't sedate you. You’ll still be alert. We can remove the epidural soon, and once the feeling comes back, we'll remove the catheter."I gave a small nod, unable to form words yet. She slid the needle into my IV line, pushed the medication in, and I felt it slowly start to wash through me. A warmth that didn’t erase the fear, but dulled the edge of the sharpest parts.A knock sounded at the door, and Audrey e

Simon’s POVOne week.That’s how long we’d been here—in this converted wing of our home, now more hospital than house. Seven days of constant monitoring, whispered medical jargon, alarms that sent a jolt through my spine every time they rang. Seven days of holding our breath, of counting heartbeats and breaths per minute. Of praying.Thistle our tiniest girl and Pollux our tiniest boy were still fighting. Every second was precious and fragile. Baby B and Baby C. Our daughter Selene and son Castor, on the other hand, were thriving. Holding steady. Gaining weight. Breathing on their own. Eating more with each passing day.Today, Doc had agreed to let Loria try to nurse them.I looked over at her from where I sat on the edge of the conjured couch she’d stretched and softened with her magic. The hospital bed was gone, at her insistence. She said it felt like surrender, and she wasn’t ready to feel that way. She was curled now against a small mountain of pillows, hair falling in a loose br

Simon’s POVCaleb arrived mid-morning, just as I was burping Castor. The knock on the door was soft, but it had weight behind it—the kind that said, "Alpha duties can't wait forever." I gave Castor a final pat on the back, kissed his fuzzy head, and passed him to Loria, who was half-buried under a blanket with Selene at her breast.Amy opened the door before I could reach it. Caleb stepped in, dressed like he actually still had a job to do—clean jeans, black t-shirt, a jacket slung over his arm. His eyes immediately flicked to the incubators, then to Loria, then to me. He looked relieved to see us both upright."Caleb," I said. "Sorry, things are...""No need to explain," he said quietly. "But I do need to speak to both of you."Loria blinked, clearly reluctant to move, but Amy stepped in."Go," she said gently. "I’ll finish feeding Castor and Selene. Take ten minutes. Get some air."Loria sighed and gently passed Selene to Amy, then swung her legs off the conjured couch. She was movi

Loria’s POVSimon returned from the training grounds just as I was easing Selene and Pullox back into their incubator. Their tiny bodies settled into the warmed cocoon of their shared space, co-bedded now to encourage bonding and stabilize vitals. I watched their chests rise and fall for a few long seconds, needing the reassurance. Selene let out a soft whimper, and I gently brushed her cheek with the pad of my finger until she quieted.Behind me, I heard Simon's boots stop at the doorway. His scent reached me before his voice did—earth, sweat, pine, and something only he carried. A comfort I could feel in my bones."Hey," he said softly.I turned to him with a tired smile. "Hey. You're early.""Training wrapped quick. Most of them have been more focused since I got back. They needed to see I wasn’t a ghost."I nodded and rubbed my hands together out of habit, trying to work the warmth back into my fingers. It was hard to tell if I was always cold now or just exhausted. "We’ve got som