WALPURGIA ✔️

Chapter 37 - The birth

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"Go get Madame some wine", Whitlock snarled at me.
"Go to hell!", I barked at him, swirling around and stomped down the stairs to the basement.

The past two months I had only read and read and read – I didn't have the guts to return to the third floor after what I had seen. 

Thomas had grown even closer to me and that had gotten me through it all. I had kept away from them, I only was around them when they ordered me to.

It had all passed by me quickly, the avoiding, the reading; it was all so time consuming.

I descended the stairs of the basement and even deeper to where the wine was kept. The whole time my lower parts stung, and I felt as if I was having cramps. I must be imagining things.

I huffed angrily as I remembered Whitlock's rude tone. They were a bunch of weirdos. My high admiration of my ancestor had fully subsided by now.

I clutched my stomach. Since yesterday my stomach felt weird, and sometimes it hurt like hell.

Deep in the back of my head I knew what was happening, but I forced myself not to realize it.

So what, if I was 9 months pregnant? Esme wasn't rushing to come out, right?

Right, Esme?

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I pressed and pressed, crying in fear, crying in pain.

Why wouldn't anybody come? They sure must have been hearing me?

"Whitlock?", I yelled as soon as the contractions stopped for a brief moment. "Anybody? I need help-ugh!", I cried at the pain, twisted my whole body as if I could make it stop, but the pain wouldn't subside.

I tried to catch my breath, but I couldn't. I only huffed, only screams escaped my lips. I wasn't ready to have Esme. I just wanted to go back to bed, back home. I wasn't ready to have her now. I would have her later, please.

"Goddess above, please-" I cried at the sharp pain, huffing and clutching my stomach. My daughter. My baby. My little girl. She was coming. And I didn't want that to happen.

"get me out this mess!"

How had it gone from stings to such strong contractions in mere minutes?

"Anybody! Please I", I yelled again as the contraction hit, my legs twisted unnaturally in the pain. "-need help!", nobody reacted. I started hyperventilating – I couldn't breathe.

I could only yell and cry against the pain.

I was scared.

I was on my own.

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Genevieve's POV

"By the goddess", I pressed Whitlock to the side and hurried to Rebecca on the floor.

She weakly acknowledged me, but she didn't avert her eyes from the baby on her stomach. The baby was still connected to the cord, moving softly in the mother's arms. I looked at Rebecca first – the deep bags under her eyes, the pale skin, the dried tears on her face.