Lily’s pov.

I scream out in pain as another contraction rips through my body.

I’m laying down on my back, legs up as my grandmother checks my cervix again.

“You’re nine centimetres dilated!” She says nervously, “I don’t think I can do the c section. If you continue to progress this rapidly they’ll come naturally.”

I grit my teeth, pushing through the pain.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” I mutter, “for the babies?”

She sighs while grabbing my hand, “it’s ...