EPILOGUE

SCARLETT

“How many minutes apart are your contractions?”

“Can you feel the pups crowning already?”

“Should I get the midwives?”

My husbands circled around me like vultures readying their prey, asking me a million and one questions like I was not as clueless about childbirth as they were. They’d read a library worth of childbirth and parenting books from the moment I found out I was pregnant and yet they were as nervous as a completely ignorant parent would be.

“Stop hovering over her, please,” Hyacinth sighed and rolled her eyes as she walked into the birthing room, “the birthing process will begin any moment and I’ll need you all to either be quiet and or absent so I can get to work.”

They all murmured amongst each other before finally falling quiet.

“I’m going to give you a mild anesthetic so you don’t feel a thing and sleep through it, alright?” she turned to me with a kind smile and I nodded.

I felt nerves already wrecking my body upon hearing that, I was reminded of the c