Kyle's POV 

"Son, calm down," my dad said softly.

I glared at him, then shifted my gaze to the side.

How could he even ask me to calm down when my mate was struggling in the labor ward to give birth?

"Dad, you don't get how I feel right now, so don't tell me to calm down," I answered seriously.

"You really think I don't understand? I felt that way twice when you and your sister were being born," he said, then moved his hand to my shoulder.

I looked at him sadly and ...