The world fractured into urgency.
“Zayn!” Lana’s voice cut through the house, sharp and shaking.
Lena barely registered being lifted, guided, spoken to. Everything tunneled inward—pressure, heat, fear. Her heartbeat roared in her ears as another wave rolled through her body, stronger this time, stealing her breath.
Zayn appeared in seconds.
One look at Lena—pale, trembling, clutching her belly—and his face drained of color.
“It’s time,” Lana said, already grabbing her phone. “Her water just broke.”
For a fraction of a second, Zayn froze.
Then instinct took over.
“Call the doctor. Martin—car. Now.” His voice was steel, controlled, but his hands betrayed him as they closed around Lena’s. “Hey. Look at me,” he said softly, dropping to her level. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
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