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|| BIRTH || CHAPTER 31
NYX HAD WOKEN UP WITH A sharp gasp, gripping the sheets as a wave of pressure rolled through her. She had been expecting this moment—preparing for it for months—but nothing could have braced her for the sheer force of it.
Beside her, Tom stirred instantly, always attuned to the slightest shift in her. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, cold and firm, his sharp eyes locking onto hers in the dim moonlight.
"What is it?" His voice was steady, controlled—but there was an edge to it, something unspoken beneath the surface.
Nyx exhaled through the pain, pressing a hand to her swollen belly. "It's time."
For the first time, Tom Riddle looked truly shaken.
Just for a second.
Then his composure returned, and he was already moving—summoning their prepared bag, sending word to the healers, ensuring every single detail of his plan was in place.
Within minutes, they had Apparated directly to the private hospital wing he had secured months ago. No public hospital, no prying eyes. Only the best. Only those bound to him by loyalty—or fear.
THE HEALER STEPPED FORWARD the moment they arrived, bowing her head respectfully. "My Lord, we need to take Lady Nyx inside now. The process—"
"I am not leaving her."
The healer hesitated. "It is standard protocol—"
Tom tilted his head slightly, his gaze turning deadly. "Do I look like a man who follows protocol?"
The air in the room shifted, thick with the weight of his power.
The healer swallowed hard. "Of course not, my Lord."
"Then you understand that I will stay." His fingers flexed slightly at his sides. "Or would you prefer to test me?"
Silence.
The healer gave a sharp nod. "As you wish."
Minutes later, he was in the room with Nyx, seated beside her, his grip on her hand unwavering.
The waiting room was a disaster.
Abraxas Malfoy, heir to one of the most powerful wizarding families, was pacing so aggressively that he was actually creasing his robes.
Rodrick had a medical book open, flipping through pages with an expression of mild interest.
Damien, lounging in a chair with a smuggled glass of firewhiskey, smirked. "Five Galleons says Tom kills a healer before this is over."
Nicholas groaned from where he sat, rubbing his temples. "Can you all just calm down?"
Abraxas spun around, looking deranged. "Calm down?! Calm down?! Nyx is in labor! Tom Riddle and Myx de Martel are about to have children! Do you know what the outcome will be? Do you understand what that means?"
