Zephyr POV

On the night I clocked eight months, I stopped breathing. This didn't happen on purpose, my body just...stopped.

One moment I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the baby kick. The next, my chest refused to move as my lungs wouldn't take in air.

I panicked as I tried to gasping to force air in but that didn't do shit.

I was slowly loosing my sight and my hands grabbed my throat on pure instinct.

Just when I thought it was over, the bedroom door burst open. He took one look at me and his face went white.

"CAROL!"

He was on me in seconds...