Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269: Labor_Part 4

Then the next contraction came, and it hit them both.

Shock coursed through him as he felt the echo of her pain grip his own lower body. It was hard and long, nearly a full minute, sharper and deeper than any before.

When it finally ended, Belle gasped for air, then whispered, "Wash your hands again, Rohan. And trim your nails."

Trim his nails?

This time, he didn’t ask why.

He was afraid he already knew.

In case things went wrong, and he had to reach inside.

He hadn’t worn his gloves ever since they had arrived here, and he looked at his hands before he began to scrub his knuckles until they paled, and snipped his dark, already trimmed nails to the very end with the sterilized scissors, fighting down panic.

Done with that task, he moved to the side of the bed and sat on the hard wooden chair.

"I hurt so much." She chuckled, trying to ease his fears and cradled her stomach. She’d never seen her husband in this state. She had never known there was something enough to shake him like he looked shaken since hours ago.

He reached as if to brush Belle’s brow.

"Don’t touch me, Rohan. You mustn’t," she said quickly.

Reluctantly, he withdrew his cleansed hand to sit in misery, waiting, feeling useless by her side. He wished he could take her pain and make her labor painless and easy.

The next pain lifted her midsection off the mattress and brought Rohan from his chair to lean over her, watching her face contort as her knees parted and she reached up to grip the wooden rails above her head. When she held her breath, he held his. When she grimaced, he grimaced. When she bared her teeth, he bared his. The sixty seconds during her contraction felt longer than his stay in the asylum where he waited to get out into the world and feel the wind in his face.

He wanted to beg his unborn child not to come and let his wife never have to bear this pain, but he had been there once and knew at the last moment, nothing could be said that would make the baby listen anymore. The baby had even tried until now to hold on inside when its time was days overdue.

Rohan had no way in helping her, and he hated himself and his helplessness, just like he had been helpless days ago at the vampire castle and had had to give away something in order to return to his wife, in order to save her and live with her.

At its end, she opened her dazed eyes and rolled her head to look at him.

"It’s t-time, R-Rohan," she managed, her voice trembling. "Wipe me with alcohol d-down there... before you h-help take him o-out. We have to k-keep things clean."

His hands trembled as he moved to the foot of the bed, folded back her nightgown, and stared.

Oh, hell. Damnation! How she must hurt.

She was swollen, distended, distorted beyond anything he’d imagined. He could actually see the bulge caused by the baby’s head just above the apex of her legs. Her genitals appeared inflamed, and they were seeping, staining the bedclothes a dim pink.

He gulped but came from his stupor when she reared up and a great gush of transparent fluid flowed from her body, wetting a wide circle on the sheet. The sight of it snapped him into action. He knew what it was—knew it meant the baby was pressing low, preparing for its arrival into the world.

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