When hearts meet

Chapter 7 ~ Myrina

She screamed in horror as pain as sharp as knives stung in her pelvis and lower belly, her back and up to her neck.

This was even worse than with Brion. His wings had been huge and had ripped her open, but this...this excruciating pain. She thought she was about to die.
"Rhys," she screamed, she needed him, he was the only thing that connected her with this world, instead of the realm of pain. "I am here darling, I am not going anywhere."

She felt how his hand squeezed hers, how his other hand stroked the sweaty hair out of her face. "It hurts! Get the goddamned baby out of me! NOW..."

Something was wrong, she knew it. It didn't feel right and all her instincts told her the baby needed out now!

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He had not felt panic like this in a very very long time. He heard how his mate screamed in pain, a sound that cleaved his heart open, penetrated his soul. She called for him, over and over again.
He talked to her constantly, sending beautiful thoughts through the bond.
But his heart stopped as Madja started talking.

Her wise and old voice echoed through his head, and he couldn't wrap his mind around them, he would not.

"My lady, you have to push harder. The little girl is laying upside down, so normally her head is down, but now her feet will come first. If she isn't out of you...within three contractions, she won't survive.

His heart stopped beating, felt the immense fear from Feyre rush through the bond. He needed to stay calm for her, for his wife and mate and his Feyre. For his daughter, who would survive!
"Feyre, darling. Look at me." She did, and her eyes were glazed over with panic so pure it took his breath away. He steadied his own mind, his heart and guided her through.

"Listen to my voice okay? Just listen. You are strong and fierce. You love that baby girl. So you will push. I am not going anywhere, I am helping you through it. Could you do that?" She nodded fiercely, but he saw the tiredness in her eyes.

He grabbed both her hands, made sure she looked into his violet eyes. "My lady, I count to three and then you do the first push, okay?" "Yeah..yes." Madja starter counting and Rhys held his breath, as he felt her ready herself.

"1,2,3....push!"

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Brion and Ciana winnowed into the house, seconds before Azriel and Sayra. They all heard the piercing screams from upstairs.

Brion took the stairs with two and threes at the same time, rushing through the hallways, towards his parents room. He felt how Ciana followed him on foot.

He halted, as he entered the hallway where his parents room was. The whole family had gathered. Mor held Elain's hand, who looked immensely pale. Cassian paced back and forth in front of the big door, his muscles tense, while his mate clenched and unclenched her fists, her hair a mess, as if she had tried to pull them out.
Amren, she just blankly stared at the door, as if she could see right through it.

He asked to no one in particular, "What's wrong with my mother?"

Everyone's eyes shot towards him, everyone stayed quiet. "Cassian? What's wrong with my mother?"

The General sighed, walked his way. "Listen, your mom is going to be fine. It's the little one...she's," "She's what?" His voice broke, his hand shook a little, and within seconds it was intertwined with a soft female hand. That one gesture told him enough. I am here, she told him without talking.