Isla's Perspective

The haze of fear dissolved as Aaron's comforting voice broke through. Worry was evident in his eyes as he took my hand, offering support.

"It's happening, Aaron," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. Everything blurred around me as the contractions intensified, every fibre of my being radiating with pain.

“Let me help assist with this birth. I have been learning to do midwifery quite recently.” I heard Celeste say, and I nodded in agreement.

My mother's concerned voice urged us to find a safe place. Jameson stepped forward, offering his arm for support, while Celeste followed closely behind.

“The birthing room is being...