Kingston carries me to the bed, laying me down softly, I close my eyes, trying to cope with my contractions.

“Okay, new plan, find the available gynaecologist and bring them here. It seems like she's having the baby right now.”

“Okay,” he tells her, running out like the room is on fire.

“Come on, breath princess.” Arielle tells me, her hand rubbing my belly. I slap her hand away, imitating her breathing pattern.

“Good, just like we practised. deep breaths,” she urges. ...