Chapter 7
Chapter 7
“Here. I think I would be more comfortable here,” she says, her mate holding her hand in
support.
“Perfect, I’ll have everything ready for you. Just think, within the next few days, you will be holding your female.” This time my smile reaches my eyes. There’s nothing better than ushering new life into the world. I love what I do.
Her hands go to her belly again, rubbing it.
This is a new transition for the pack females, having a new midwife taking over. The first
thing I need to build is trust…with all the females.
“I’m excited for you, Cora. This is going to be so wonderful. Trust me to help you through this.” Helping her off the table, I give her a hug, putting my cheek against hers. I swallow down all those painful memories to give new, better memories a chance to be made.
The morning is spent filing and organizing how I want things to be. The birth room is ready; I run through the supplies to be sure that I have everything. I look through all the files of
the females I know. The midwife has information on all the female wolves of the pack. Her handwriting is legible in its own scratchy way.
The next pregnant female comes to see me, repeating the process. She leaves me with a
smile on my face once she is gone. Two births in the next week should keep me busy for a
few weeks with all the teaching that is needed with these new mothers–to–be.
It’s surreal to think that I will be helping the females who turned their backs on me in my youth. I wonder if they feel any regret now, or do they even realize what an impact they have had on my life?
The call comes in the deep of night, when all things are still and sleeping, except for a pup that needs to give birth to a new mother.
I make it there before them, turning on the lights. Dallas strolls in with tired eyes. He has dark blue scrub bottoms on with a matching top; my outfit is the same. My hair is tied away from my face.
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“Coffee?” he questions.
“No, I’m fine. Thank you.”
“I’ll let you lead this. If you need my help, just ask. Otherwise, you’re on your own. I’m just
an observer, okay, Rya?”
“All right.”
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Cora enters, walking slowly, stopping for a minute while a contraction rolls through her. She grits her teeth, holding her breath in.
“Cora, breathe out. Let your breath out. Don’t hold it in.” Her mate supports her body with
his. He looks more frightened than her.
“Let’s get you into a gown and check you out.” The contraction ends.
She doesn’t get far when the next heavy contraction makes her abdomen hard and taut. She’s shaking with the force. A muffled cry goes up to the moon in agony. He tries to make
her walk forward.
“Stop touching me!” she hisses at him. Her mate looks hurt with the cutting words.
Getting her undressed and into the birthing bed is a monumental task. She is not laboring well; her groans and grunts are turning into screams and pleas for help. She’s begging the moon to help her. I smile to myself. All females have different thresholds of pain; obviously,
this one has no threshold.
My job is to support her, to help guide her through this.
The hours roll by. Dallas is on his laptop doing work. He’s really not paying any attention to the birth, letting me head this ship. The male in the room eyes him every so often, growls, and steps his way.
“If you can’t behave, you need to leave.” My voice is very stern with her mate. He needs to control himself. I look at Dallas; he seems like he could take care of himself in a fight. He looks like he trains every day, even though he’s a doctor.
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Dallas pays no mind to the male that’s posturing his unhappiness that another male is in the room with his mate at such a vulnerable time.
Cora’s head swings from side to side, tears streaming down her face, her breathing coming
out ragged.
“Not another one!” she cries out, holding my hand.
Breathe with me, Cora. Breathe in and a long breath out. We’re almost there, not much longer. This won’t last. Breathe in and a long breath out. Good job, you’re doing so well.” Her eyes meet mine, sweat saturating the sheets.
“I’m going to check you again, okay?” She’s starting to crown. It’s time to push.
“The next contraction, we need to start pushing her out, okay?” The bed is shifted into a sitting position, rails going up to help her bear down and push the pup out.
Eyes closed, she tenses up with the oncoming contraction.
“Breathe, Cora. Big breath in, that’s it. Now push down. That’s it, push her out.” Her face is red, the vein in her face popping out with the exertion.
Her mate has her hand, rubbing her shoulder, encouraging her to push. Kissing her cheek.
For the next thirty minutes, this female pushes with all her strength.
With the sunrise, a pup slips out of its mother’s nest. The tiny first cry of the newborn brings smiles to all our faces. The mother no longer hurts my ears with her screams. Her mate beams proudly as a new father does.
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
