Chapter 63

Megra

The pain hits me like a tidal wave, crashing through my body and tearing a scream from my throat. It's like nothing I've ever felt before—sharp, overwhelming, and relentless. I clutch my stomach, the contractions squeezing me from the inside, leaving me gasping for air. My heart races with a mix of anxiety and fear. This is it. The baby is coming.

"Conor!" I scream, my voice high and frantic. I barely recognise the sound of my own voice. My breaths come in short, desperate bursts as another contraction seizes me. I can hear footsteps pounding up the stairs, and a moment later, Conor bursts into the room, his face pale and his eyes wide with concern.

"What's wrong?" he asks, rushing to my side. But he doesn't need me to answer. The answer is written all over my face, in my tears, and in the way I'm bent over in pain.

"The baby... it's time," I manage to gasp out. Without hesitation, Conor sweeps me off my feet, cradling me against his chest. He moves quickly, his arms strong and