Chapter 310

[Clark]

Atlas comes around the table and lets me lean against him as I cry. I feel guilty, falling apart like this while he's so worried about Cordelia. I'm worried about her too, but right now my family is on the bottom deck suffering.

Dying.

"So much blood," I repeat, unable to shake the vision of her lying on that bed, drained of color as blood and other fluids continued to flow from between her legs. I know she wanted to rush the babies along, but I can't help but blame myself for yesterday afternoon and the emotions that led to her need for comfort.

If we hadn't made love, would she be dying now? If we had just waited until we were close to a real hospital, would I be praying for her and my girls like I am right now?

She's right, I am selfish. I wanted to give our family something to cheer about and show the world we are powerful and not broken from everything that has happened, and in doing so I broke my love's happiness. She deserves a dream wedding, not a rushed elopement th