Sara M Salvatore “Keep breathing, Sara, in and out, just like they said, you’re doing great, just keep breathing,” Kingsley’s voice rushed over me as the car sped through traffic, his hand gripping mine so tightly I could feel the tremble in his fingers. “I am breathing,” I managed between clenched teeth, another contraction crashing into me and stealing whatever strength I thought I had. I leaned back against the seat, my body tense, every muscle tightening as I tried to ride it out. “Kingsley, it hurts.” “I know, I know,” he said quickly, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand before immediately reaching for his phone again. “We’re almost there, I’ve already called ahead, the doctors are ready, everything is ready, you’re going to be fine.” “You’ve said that three times,” I whispered, my voice shaking despite my attempt to stay calm. “And I’ll keep saying it until you believe me,” he replied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite hide the panic in his eyes. Ano
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