Davina's POV
Bundle Of Joy
The journey to the hospital turned into pure hell.
I wailed. I shrieked. I pleaded with the driver to speed up, then five minutes later swore at him for hitting a bump that sent agony shooting through me.
My fingers gripped the seat edge while Chase, my brother, attempted to soothe me, terror written across his ashen face.
"Just breathe, Davina, focus on breathing," he repeated, though we both knew his words were pointless.
"I'm breathing, moron!" I yelled back, then dissolved into sobs once more.
All the preparation in the world hadn't readied me for this reality. Those birthing classes? Complete garbage. The online videos I'd studied? Worthless. That clinic pamphlet they'd handed me? Trash.
Nothing—absolutely nothing—had warned me about this sensation.
Agony. Force. Terror.
