Whatever fear clouded her mind was burned away like early morning fog as Noah's emotions washed over her, his words in her ear as her eyes squeeze shut for a moment, rocking on her hands and knees. "I don't know if I can.." Her voice trembles, words strained, pressing back into Noah as he rubs her lower back. Cordelia can feel every contraction, every pulse of pain as she takes a deep breath, tears clinging to her lashes. How long was she supposed to wait? How long until she could start pushing?
Rising up onto her knees, a hand bracing beneath her belly, her back falls against Noah's chest and she reaches for her husband blindly. "Noah, how long?" She knew he was keeping track of the contractions, the time between them, and she was relying on his guidance.
Rising up onto her knees, a hand bracing beneath her belly, her back falls against Noah's chest and she reaches for her husband blindly. "Noah, how long?" She knew he was keeping track of the contractions, the time between them, and she was relying on his guidance.
Cordelia
My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War
