Chapter 97

Chapter 97
Elora POV

I remain in the room, the pain coming and going. I don’t think I could have made it down the stairs even if I wanted to. Getting up, I head for the shower, the pain intensifies, spreading around my entire lower belly. My mind is only able to focus on the pain as I try and breathe through it as I clutch on to the taps, making me cry out as an agonised noise rips from my lips.

Silas walks in staring at me from next to the sink basin. “I am sending for them, hopefully they are already on the way,” he says, and I nod. He walks out and I hear the door shut as the pain subsides and I get out again intending to go ask Silas to get Abbie. Silas walks in, as I am trying to get my shirt on as pain has me doubling over, clutching onto the side of the bed to stop my legs from going out from under me.

“Pluto is going to get them.”

I nod, unable to form words through my gritted teeth when I feel it… my legs becoming drenched, and I feel like I wet myself. Looking down, I see water running down my legs and onto the floor.

“My water broke,” I tell him, and I feel his hand rubbing my back as I try to breathe through the next contraction. I feel my belly tighten, the first give away is the niggling tightening in my abdomen before pain moves throughout me, my stomach contracting, making me forget how to breathe. Silas grabs me gently and lays me on the bed, the pressure in my back intensifying as I roll on my side trying to relieve the pressure building up. I feel like I need to go to the bathroom, yet I can’t move.

Silas POV

I knew I should have sent for them earlier as I watch her lay there, writhing in pain. I clench my teeth as I feel her pain. Even though I only receive a lesser dose of it, it is still enough to make me squirm.

“Just breathe,” I tell her, not knowing what else to say or do.

“You fucking breathe,” she snaps at me as she makes a pained groaning noise. Just as one contraction lets off another comes, and I sit on the bed beside her rubbing her legs.

“I need to go to the toilet,” she says, making me furrow my brows.

“What, now?”

“Yes!” she groans, the sound guttural and deep as she clutches the sheets, her teeth clenched so tightly I was sure they were going to break when I see her face turning red, a grunting noise escaping her lips.

I push her legs apart and nearly faint, she tries slapping my hands away when I force her legs back open.

“I don’t think you need to go to the toilet,” I tell her as I watch her face as she turns red again and I realize she is actually pushing.

“I need to push,” she groans as I watch her stomach tighten.

“Push then,” I tell her and her eyes snap open.

“Get Abbie!” she cries.

“I don’t think we have time for that, just push with the contractions,” I tell her.

“I am!” she snaps at me. She pushes with the next one and I see the head and nearly throw up, I should have got Abbie I think to myself, so much blood, I feel my face drain of color.

“Don’t you fucking faint,” she screams at me.

“So much blood.” I squirm at the sight.

“You kidding, right? You have killed people and you are worried about blood?” she says before groaning and pushing again.

“It’s different,” I tell her as I watch, catching a glimpse of something before it goes. I push her legs apart further as she pushes again to see the baby’s head crowning.

“I can’t, I can’t,” she cries sobbing as she waits for the next contraction. I watch her belly tense, and she holds her breath.

“Push Lora. He is right there.”

“I can’t, I can’t, you fucking push,” she cries. I grab her hand, placing her hand between her legs.

“Feel that, that’s the baby, push love,” I try to encourage her, her fingers barely touching the top of its head before she suddenly pushes again more determined while screaming. Sweat is coating her skin before suddenly, the head pops out when she pushes again. Elora gasps and stops, catching her breath. Getting up, I rush into the bathroom grabbing some towels making it back in time as she starts pushing again. The slimy sucker spills into my hands as I grab him at the back of the neck, cupping his head while the rest of his little body glides through my hands, his arms splayed out in the air like he thinks he is falling as he scream like he is being murdered. His eyes are clenched shut tightly while he cries.

Elora sits up on her elbows looking down at him in my hands while I watch our screaming pink little bundle in awe. She holds her hands out for him.

“Hang on,” I tell her, using the towel to get the gunk off him and clean him a bit when I notice the cord. I place him on her chest and place a towel over him to keep him warm. Elora clutches him, cooing softly drenched in her sweat. She stares at him, just as amazed as I am. Getting up, I find some ribbon that Elora puts in her hair sometimes before coming back and slicing the cord, letting my claws out before tying the ribbon next to his belly button.

“We had a boy,” she says looking down at him and I lean over pecking her lips softly.

“I need to push,” she says before pushing again.

“Placenta?” I ask.

“Yeah, unless there is another one,” she says, and I tug on the cord as she pushes. The placenta comes out, looking like an oversized blood clot but harder. I wrap it in a towel before looking around to find somewhere to put it, settling on the bin in the bathroom.

“That was nasty.”

“What?”

“Placenta, it looks like a brisket.”

“Well good, keep it will cook it later.” I nearly threw up at her words. “I’m joking Silas, though some people do eat them,” she says, shaking her head and I feel myself pale at the thought.

Moving closer, I look down at our boy in her arms reaching down. I hold his little hand wrapped around my finger as he clutches it instinctively. She looks up at me worried for a second making me furrow my brows at the look she gave me.

“Can I hold him?” I ask and she looks at him before looking at me nervously but hands him over. I take him from her rocking him.

“He is so little,” I tell her, smelling his head and I could smell all our scents on him, but also something else, something different. He smelled like a Dragon but when his eyes opened, they were the purple color of the Aziza bloodline, the same as Elora’s, sparkling brightly, seeing but not really seeing. I hear the castle doors burst open making me look toward the door and can hear murmurs and go to walk to the door to open it when her voice sounds out behind me.

“Give him back Silas,” she says, making me look over my shoulder at her. Huh?

“No, I won’t let you take him,” she says, her voice harsh as she stands on shaky legs and I growl from the angry look on her face.

“I’m not I..”

“Give him to me,” she says, stepping forward and I watch horrified as her hands start to glow.

“You would really risk hurting our son.”

“Give him to me Silas, you’re not taking him.”

“I’m not…I…”

“Give me my son.” Her eyes sparkle with anger as they turn fluorescent, and I growl stepping toward her, sensing the magic and tension building.

“I have our baby in our arms stop it, he isn’t just yours,” I snap at her when I am suddenly hit with Déjà vu, my mind going to the vision Claire showed me, me hitting her and her falling and smacking her head before I walk out with our son. She thought I was taking him from her, this was what we argued about, this is what started the events that took place afterwards.

“Silas!” she screams just as I hear footsteps on the stairs. I look down at him in my arms not wanting to give him to her, but knowing what Claire showed me, it was the only way to stop it coming true, stop it from destroying us all.

“Sit down and I will give him to you, you’re bleeding on the floor,” I tell her, my voice slightly harsher than I hoped. She seems shocked for a second and I see her magic drop as she sits on the bed. I kiss the top of his head before handing him back to her, before putting my hands under her back and legs putting her in the centre of the bed so she doesn’t fall off the side.

“I was just opening the door, our mates are here,” I tell her before walking out, knowing my temper is on the verge of breaking. I open the door to see Dragus and Matitus rushing up the stairs toward me. I open the door wider before stepping out.

“Hey,” Dragus says, blocking me with his arm. “Where are you going?” he asks.

“I need to go,” I tell him, and he looks at me confused but I won’t risk it, risk her, as I walk off and away from the bedroom.