Fawn POV
I don't have time to truly process her words when the pressure in my lower half intensifies. I feel like I'm about to split in two. The need to push overwhelms me. "Use that feeling, Fawn. When you feel it, push for a count of ten," Lenore says. I do as she says. When I blow out my breath after I count to ten, I look toward Thorn. For the first time I notice how pale my mate is. Before I can giggle at the future king, the pressure has me baring down for another count of ten.
I'm not sure how long it lasts but it feels like hours. I'm not sure how long I've been in labor, but I pray to the goddess it is over soon. "You are so close, Fawn. She has a head full of curly hair like her mama," Lenore says. The sound of my mate hitting the floor has our heads snapping toward the sound
