[Elena's POV]

A contraction ripped through my lower spine.

I gripped the cold metal bed rails. The other was gripping Noah's hand. My knuckles turned white under the harsh fluorescent lights of the delivery suite.

The agony peaked, blinding my vision. I arched my back off the mattress, fighting the overwhelming pressure.

A guttural scream tore from my throat. I pushed with the final ounce of strength remaining in my exhausted body.

I tasted copper on my tongue.

"You are almost there, ...