Prologue

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The sun was hot, the breeze was full of warmth.
She screamed in pain; her body feeling hot and heavy. Tense, she was ready to push. The sweat danced along her clammy forehead. Her hands gripped firmly on the grass beneath her.

She felt exposed and vulnerable. They had to see her like this, he had to see her like this. The air was thick with confusion, the colour was red. Everywhere.

The boys gawked for what laid before them, unsure what was happening, how to react.

❝Newt❞ She weeped, closing her eyes tightly.

He reached his hand out for her and let her squeeze.
The baby was coming.

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