Second Thoughts After Divorce

Ashton’s POV

The train slowed to a halt as we pulled into the neighboring pack’s territory. My heart raced with anxiety, knowing that every passing second was crucial for Rose and our baby. As the doors slid open, I helped Rose out onto the platform, her face contorted in pain as another contraction gripped

het.

“Come on, we need to move faster!” I urged, my voice strained with worry as I glanced around for any sign of assistance. The urgency of the situation fueled my frustration, and I couldn’t shake the sense of panic that threatened to consume me.

Hunt and Doctor Carter rushed ahead to find help, leaving Rose and me standing on weight of their stares, their silent judgment only adding to my mounting stress.

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platform, surrounded by concerned onlookers. I could feel the

“It’s going to be fine Ash calm down Hunt attempts, as I shoot him a stare and continue to grow impatient.

“What is the hold up? They should have been here waiting!” 1 called out aggressively, my voice echoing in the empty air. But the crowd remained frozen, unsure of how to respond to the unfolding drama before them.

Rose’s grip tightened on my hand, her breaths coming in short gasps as she struggled to stay composed. I could see the pain etched on her face, and it tore at my heart to see her suffering.

“Stay with me, Rose, it won’t be too long!” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead. “We’re going to get through this together.”

But deep down, I couldn’t shake the gnawing fear that threatened to consume me. What if something went wrong? What if we couldn’t make it to the hospital in time? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I clenched my fists in frustration.

Finally, Doctor Carter returned with a group of pack members who looked like paramedics, their faces set in determined grimaces as they quickly ushered us towards a waiting vehicle. I helped Rose into the van, my hands trembling with adrenaline as I climbed in beside her.

I hated being in this unfamiliar pack when it was a medical issue this important but we had no choice! If only we had left Jacob’s pack a day earlier we would have made it home in time before all of this!

As the car sped off towards the hospital, every bump in the road sent a jolt of pain through Rose’s body, and I winced in sympathy for her. I wanted nothing more than to take her pain away, to shield her from the agony that wracked her body with each passing moment. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

But all I could do was hold her hand and pray for a safe delivery…

Minutes felt like hours as we raced towards the hospital, the tension in the air palpable as we navigated through the winding streets of the pack’s territory. Every red light felt like an eternity, and I cursed under my breath, willing the universe to grant us safe passage.

“Please, hurry the fuck up!” 1 pleaded with the driver, my voice raw with emotion as we neared the hospital. But my words fell on deaf ears, and I could feel the frustration bubbling up inside me, threatening to boll over.

“He’s just stressed! He doesn’t mean it!” Hunt apologises on my behalf as I shoot him another stare – knowing that I was currently out of control of my

emotions.

As we finally pulled up to the hospital entrance, I practically leaped out of the cat, helping Rose out with trembling hands. Doctor Carter and the pack members were quick to assist, their movements a blur of activity as they ushered us inside.

The scent of antiseptic filled the air as we made our way through the hospital corridors, the sound of Rose’s labored breathing echoing off the walls. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me, a sense of helplessness washing over me as we drew closer to the delivery room.

But as we finally stepped inside, the sight of the medical team springing into action filled me with a renewed sense of hope. Rose was in good hands,

and I vowed to stand by her side every step of the way, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

As the contractions grew stronger and the moment of truth drew near, I took a deep breath and braced myself for the journey ahead. Whatever the outcome, I knew that Rose and our baby were lighters, and together, we would overcome whatever obstacles stood in our way.

Tume seemed to stand still as I stood by Boar’s side in the delivery room, my heart pounding in my chest with every passing second. The medical team worked tirelessly, their movements swift and precise as they prepared for the imminent arrival of our baby.

I couldn ( tear my eyes away from Rose, her face flushed with exertion as she gritted her teeth against the waves of pain. My heart ached to see her in distress, and I longed to ease her suffering in any way I could.

“Stay with me, Rose,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper as I brushed a gentle hand across her forehead. “You’re doing amazing, just a little while longer.

But even as I tried to offer words of comfort, doubt gnawed at the edges of my mind, What if something went wrong? What if I couldn’t protect her and our baby?

The sound of Rose’s cries filled the room as another contraction washed over her, and I felt a surge of helplessness wash over me. I wanted nothing more than to take her pain away, to shield her from the agony that threatened to consume her.

But all I could do was stand by her side, my heart aching with every anguished cry that escaped her lips.

As the contractions grew stronger and more frequent, the tension in the room reached a fever pitch. Every passing moment felt like an eternity, and 1 found myself holding my breath in anticipation of what was to come.

And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity. I heard the faint cry of a newborn baby, and a wave of relief washed over me. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I caught sight of our little miracle, cradled in the arms of the doctor,

“It’s a boy,” the doctor announced, his voice filled with warmth and excitement as he gently placed him in Rose’s arms.

The sight of Rose holding our son for the first time filled me with an overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude as my eyes welled with tears. He was perfect in every way, a tiny bundle of joy who had already captured our hearts within seconds…

I moved to Rose’s side, wrapping my arms around her and our son in a tight embrace. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I pressed a kiss to Rose’s forehead, overcome with emotion at the sight of our growing family.

“We did it,” I murmured, my voice filled with awe and wonder as I gazed down at our daughters tiny face. “He’s perfect, just like his mother.”

Rose smiled up at me, her eyes shining with happiness and exhaustion. “He’s perfect, she whispered, her voice filled with love and wonder.

And in that moment, as we held our son in our arms for the first time, I knew that nothing else in the world mattered. We had faced our fears and overcome every obstacle together, and now, we were a family. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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