Ten months later

  Astrid

  “Oh my God,” I breathed, staring down at my parted thighs while Adrian held my hand tightly. He also watched quietly, or maybe fascinated.

  “You’re doing good, Mrs. Voss. I can see the baby’s head. We just need you to push a little more,” the doctor said before flashing me a quick smile.

  Adrian squeezed my hand reassuringly before rubbing my hair.

  “You can do it, baby. You’re so ...