Paul got down on one knee at the side of the bed and held her hand, looking into her eyes. "You doing okay?" he asked softly. "I'm working very hard," she said, breathless. "I know. God, Vanni-I wish there was more I could do." "You're doing so much, Paul. Oh! Here we go! Ughhhh." "Good girl," Mel said. "Very good. Very good." One gloved hand rested on her belly, the other disappeared again between her legs. "Pant," Mel said. Vanni panted, but then inevitably she whimpered from the pain and Paul instinctively put his lips against her forehead and held on. "Okay, Vanessa," Mel said, pulling out her hand. "You're almost ready to start pushing." She snapped off her gloves. Paul noticed that when Mel withdrew her hand, there was blood on the glove. "Is that all right?" he asked. He gave a nod toward the glove. "Perfectly normal," she said. "We'll be seeing a little more of that. You hanging in there?" "Yeah," he said. And then he thought, I've been tricked pretty good. Like I could leave her now.
( Robyn Carr )
[ Whispering Rock ]
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