“I can see the head!” the doctor shouted, like that was supposed to encourage me.
“KEEP PUSHING!”
“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed again, clutching Damon’s shirt, my nails digging into his chest hard enough to leave marks. “I AM PUSHING!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed, arching, gripping Damon so hard I thought I broke his wrist, good for him.
And then I heard it. The cry. The tiniest little sound but it was sharp and alive and it cracked my heart open.
I burst into tears immediately, ugly crying, nose running, voice breaking. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Damon, did you hear that? That’s ours, that’s our baby! Oh my Goddess, I actually did it, Damon, I did it, you owe me a castle, you owe me chocolate for life, you owe me everything!”
“You’re doing good, Luna,” the doctor
