Page 91 of A Seed Of Peril

I panted harder and faster.

I moaned and groaned as I lifted my legs and rested my feet in the stirrups one at a time. With my left hand, I grabbed the railing at my head, my other hand still secure in Dominic’s. I had to find courage. I had reached the point of no return.

“He’s coming,” I whimpered. I was growing too tired to try to run away from the pain anymore. I was so tired, but I needed to push.

I stared up at the ceiling again. I trembled, and the urge to vomit increased by the second. The burn between my legs flared. I squeezed Dominic’s hand tight in reaction. “Don’t move,” I begged. “Don’t let me go.”

“I’m here, love,” Dominic soothed, dabbing away more sweat off of my face. “I’m right here.” Dominic kissed my forehead. His voice, like his nature right now, was gentle and what I needed.

My lips parted in a silent scream as another contraction sliced through my body. It felt like Vincenzo pushed into my spine with a brute force and twisted it as hard as he could at the same time. I wanted to run again. And I did, sort of. I wriggled upward against the mattress to try to search for the exit that didn’t exist. Dominic reached for me and gently guided me back down.

“I can’t do this. I’m not strong enough.”

Dominic wiped away the damp strands of my hair sticking to my face. “Yes, you are.”

“Do this for me,” I pleaded.

“If I could, I would,Bellissima, butyouneed to do this, and youcando this. I love you.”

His words in my ear helped me gain the courage to try to bring our baby boy into the world.

I drew in a big breath and bore down hard. Surprisingly, pushing brought a little bit of relief. It also brought a ton of additional pressure and burning. When I caught my breath, I worried his head was actually about to come out of my butt. The pressure there was overwhelming and so painful.

“You’re doing great,Bellissima.”

I pulled another big breath deep into my lungs and pushed again. My body quaked. A bone-on-bone feeling ground down on me as Vincenzo’s head continued to rotate and squeeze through my birth canal. I kept pushing until I couldn’t anymore.

I let my head fall back against the pillow and arched when a contraction began to build along with the increased burning and stinging. Weird groans and sounds escaped me. I blew a few quick breaths and pushed again, wriggling my butt further down the bed at the same time. Sweat beaded and dripped all over. Like I was a butcher stuck in a hot meat locker on a scorching, summer day.

The more Vincenzo squeezed down through, the hotter I became.

“I can see his head,” Julie announced with encouragement.

“Dominic,” I cried, tears streaming, “help me please.”

“Please keep pushing, love. I’m so proud of you.”

When I gathered myself and bore down, a strange sensation stirred inside of me. My heart was racing at a dangerous level. It felt like Vincenzo was trying to climb back up inside.

With my next push, I began to feel off. It was nerve-wracking. I momentarily dry-heaved. And when I caught my breath and pushed yet again, a vigorous, brutal contraction hurled through me like a freight train.

“Something’s wrong,” I thought out loud.

“Talk to me, Lilith,” Dominic demanded, concern and worry thick in his tone.

The next contraction came with a riptide of fire that seared through my uterus. The pain was sudden and intense. It was a pain unheard of as of this moment. It was worse than when my contractions double-peaked.

I screamed bloody murder.

“HE’S RIPPING ME APART!!”

Something tore down deep. A gush of warm to almost hot, thick liquid gushed out after an outward-pushing type pressure struck my uterus.

“What’s happening!?” Dominic hollered.

Breathing became increasingly difficult as the contraction began dwindling. A new pressure sat inside my chest. I dry heaved until I actually vomited. Dominic suddenly turned my head to the side as the vomit and bile spilled down the side of my mouth, down my neck, and onto the bed beneath me. Pity crossed through his unblinking eyes.

I gagged once more before I rolled my head and lifted it, finding Julie’s hands on my thighs. Blood stained her hands. Panic flashed in her eyes, but she just as quickly got herself in check.

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