Meredith's POV
"It's about time you showed up," the doctor remarked, her tone tinged with a hint of frustration, her attention now pivoting to face my father.
"I need to talk to you in my office," she declared, a sense of gravity underlining her words. "Of course," my dad replied, his voice a mixture of compliance and worry.
"Doctor, these are my babies, and I will make every single decision when it comes to them. So you talk to me and not anyone else!" I erupted, a surge of anger propelled by the labor pains that had gripped me. The pain seemed to transform my voice into a forceful proclamation, echoing through the room.
"Princess," my dad hissed, attempting to keep me in the dark, his eyes pleading for understanding. It was evident that there was more to this situation than met the eye, explaining the extra care and the parade of doctors he had hired to attend to my needs.
