Olivia Martins

"Push harder, Luna. I can see the head," Doctor Williams said urgently, his hands steady and sure. "One more big push."

I gripped Caspian's hand so tight I was probably cutting off his circulation, but he didn't complain. He just kept stroking my sweaty hair back from my forehead with his free hand.

"You're doing so well, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "So strong. I'm so proud of you."

The contraction hit like a wave, stealing my breath and making me cry ...