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hardly breathe, let alone think. I dug my nails into the plush seat and shut my eyes out tightly. How the hell did anyone ever get through child birth?
    I barely felt myself being lifted out of the car. Barely heard the noises around me as people rushed about at Damien’s barked orders. I grasped at the first thing my hands could reach, which just happened to be Damien himself. I clawed my hands into him, feeling the pain go through me. But even in the dark recesses of my mind, only one thought took root, I didn’t want to be alone, to go through this alone. And so I held onto Damien as tightly as I could and refused to let go.
    The next time my vision cleared, and I could breathe better, I realized that I was in a bed, in a room that seemed more like a theatre. Oh my God! It was a theatre! That must mean that it was time….
    A man in surgical scrubs lifted his head. “Hello, Miss Snow. I’m Doctor Carter and I will be your doctor during your stay here. Now, you’re already crowning, so we’ll have to save the pleasantries for later. All I want you to do is focus on your breathing and to push hard, whenever the next wave of contractions come. Okay?”
    I nodded and continued my inspection of the brightly lit room. There was something, or rather someone missing.
    “Where is Damien?”
    “Mr. Knight is right outside. I was informed that he is not the father of the baby. He’ll be with you as soon as you are settled down after delivering the baby.”
    I understood what he was saying, and why he said it, but I just didn’t care. I was the one who had to go through labor, and I refused to do it alone. And so, even as the pangs of pain began to hit, I declared, “Have him come in. I need him here.”
    And then began to push. I had always thought that as soon as you started to push, the baby would automatically come out, but it seemed to not to be the case. After just five minutes, I was exhausted. I didn’t think I could do any more. But then I felt Damien’s warm familiar hands; one stroke my cheek, while the other held my hand.
    “You can do this, Nikki. I’m here.”
    And as if that was all I had been waiting for, when the next wave of contractions hit, I pushed with all of my might, till I heard the wails of my baby.
    “It’s a boy!” The Doctor said, but I didn’t care all I wanted to do was hold my child in my arms. As if reading my mind, Damien let go of me, and came back a few minutes later with a pink bundle wrapped in a towel.
    He looked just perfect. Furthermore, he looked exactly like his father, with those blue eyes staring up at me as if in wonder, and his tiny patch of dark hair. Just perfect.
    From that moment I laid my eyes on him, I never I would do anything to protect him. No matter the cost. In that moment, that one moment, my family was complete. I had the love of my life beside me, and this bundle of joy in my arms. I couldn’t ask for more. What could have been better than that? But it was only in that one moment.
    The nurses had to take him away to perform some tests and also to leave me to rest. The exhaustion suddenly got to me and my eyes got droopy. I really needed – no, wanted, to rest. And so my last waking words were to the man whose hand I now held in mine.
    “Please, don’t leave.”
     
     
     
     
     
     

Damien
     
    S he looked so peaceful, so calm in her bed. I didn’t want anyone to disturb her from this moment of serenity. Instead I took a moment to admire her. She really was absolutely stunning.
    Somehow, to him, having given birth just made her seem all the more beautiful. She would have looked even better if she had been giving birth to my child though, the thought suddenly occurred in his head.
    But I had to admit that when in that delivery room, when I had first held that beautiful innocent boy in my arms, when I had first stared into those big blue eyes that coincidentally were the same color as mine, in my mind, the boy was mine. My flesh and blood.
    And when