LUNE
“We’re in this together.”
She nodded, drawing strength from his words. Arlo felt the warmth of her hand in his, a lifeline amidst the chaos. The doctor stood at the foot of the bed, monitoring her vitals and timing the contractions.
“We’re making progress, but I need Lune to give it her all when the next wave hits,” the doctor said, glancing at Arlo. “Encourage her to breathe and push. She’ll need all her energy.”
Lune let out a low groan as another contraction hit, and Arlo moved closer, his forehead nearly touching hers. “You can do this, babe. Just breathe. I’m right here. We’re almost there,” he murmured, feeling a surge of admiration for her resilience.