Nine months later....

"Push, Megan," Levx echoed Dena's instructions. All three girls were breech but Megan had said she didn't want a C-section if she could avoid it. Nerves thrashed against his insides. Yet every time she glanced his way, he smiled despite the fact her grip was cutting the circulation off in his hand. Not to mention her nails piercing into his flesh but he would rip out his spleen if he could ease her pain.

"You push!" She gritted out. "Why did I ...