Beverly's POV

The pain hit like a wave crashing over me. It was different from Emma's birth. Faster and more intense. My body remembered what to do this time.

Bruce held my hand while we walked the hospital corridors. The nurses said movement helped labor progress. Each contraction made me stop and breathe.

"You are doing great," Bruce murmured while supporting my weight. "Just breathe through it."

"Easy for you to say," I gasped. "You are not the one being ripped apart."

He kissed my ...