Evelyn's POV

Evelyn had never known pressure like this.

The contractions were no longer spaced or gentle, they rolled through her lower body like waves that refused to let her breathe between them. Her hands were trembling where they clutched the edge of the hospital bed, knuckles pale, sweat gathering at her temples. The lights overhead felt too bright and too dull at the same time, and her stomach kept tightening into the sharp points of pain that pulled her deeper into labor.

Damian ...