POV: Valentina"One more push, Donna!" the midwife urged, her voice cutting through the heavy, charged air of our private birthing suite.I was gripping Marco’s forearms so tightly my fingers felt fused to his skin. My hair was plastered to my forehead, every muscle in my body trembling with sheer, unyielding exhaustion.Marco leaned down, his face inches from mine, his deep voice an anchor in the storm. "You’re doing beautifully, Vale. Just one more. She's almost here."I glared at him through the sweat and pain, my voice a sharp, venomous hiss. "If you ever let me get pregnant again, I will end you."Marco let out a breathless, booming laugh that rumbled in his chest, pressing a fierce kiss to my temple. "Agreed. Just push, my love."With one final, roaring exertion that felt like it tore the world in half, a sharp, indignant cry pierced the room.The tension in the suite broke instantly, replaced by a wave of pure, overwhelming light. Doctor Vane smiled, lifting a tiny, squalling b
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