Taesan's POV
Three months later
I am not calm or confident.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Seoha has been grunting for a few minutes. One hand is over his stomach and he's leaning on the couch, legs spread and brows pinched together.
While he's trying to de-escalate our situation in the way he can, my alpha is whimpering loudly. The part of me that should take charge is cowering like a small pup in the corner of a room.
Seoha shudders, grunting again and my body stays locked in place like I have been glued to a spot.
My mate has gone into labor, and my brain has gone into suspension.
"Taesan…do something" he whines softly while looking at me with glassy brown eyes and I whimper audibly.
I, Kang Taesan the terror of this city's law enforcers, am whimpering like a scared coward.
"S-should I call the doctor?" I stutter, and Seoha looks at me with open mouth. The look on his face plainly tells me that I have asked an extremely stupid question.
