POV: ElarisTwo weeks later, labour begins as dawn stretches its fingers toward the horizon.The first tightening wakes me, slow and steady.For a few seconds, I do nothing, deciding if it is real.Then another begins.Stronger.More insistent.I blink my eyes open.“Averic.”He stirs instantly.“What happened?”I take his hand and press it against my stomach.“I think it’s time.”He moves, rising to a sitting position, the sleepiness vanishing from his expression.Within minutes, the private wing is abuzz with activity.The healers arrive, their supplies ready in advance. Neryss opens the doors before anyone even knocks twice. Linens are brought in, water warmed, and quiet instructions murmured instead of panicked cries.I press my back against the headboard as another contraction draws near.It hurts.There is no mistaking it.But something is different.There is no feeling of failure running through my veins.No sudden weakness.No all-consuming emptiness threatening to consume me.
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