Lucas
I shook Elsa harder, panic overtaking me as she didn’t stir. Her breathing was shallow, her face pale, and I felt a sinking dread clawing at my chest. The midwife hovered nearby, her hands trembling as she tried to reassure me.
“The doctor is on her way,” she said, but her words only added to my frustration. The doctor wasn’t moving fast enough—this was taking too long. I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to roar in anger.
Why didn’t Elsa listen to me? Why did she insist on joining the fight when I told her I could handle it? She had been stubborn, as always, and now we were paying the price. I was terrified for her and the baby, and I knew Adam—my best friend—would be shattered if anything happened to them.
I had seen him lose control once before, and the memory still haunted
