Akila,
"Gods, what is taking her so long? She has been pushing for a while now and still nothing. She is even paler and her eyes are hazy."
Heba said hysterically and Akila stopped her pushing, closing her eyes, and panted.
She has been pushing for a while, trying to help her son to come out of her. But it was as if the boy was stubborn to do just that.
Akila opened her eyes again and clutched the curtains behind her tightly, then looked down at her stomach.
"You need to come out. You must help me, son. This isn't helping any of us. In the end, it will hurt you and me, and we might lose our life."
She talked desperately to her stubborn son, who just kept silent inside of her.
But then a small but powerful cry pierced the air, and Akila flinched when she heard it.
"The first queen has delivered a healthy boy. Praise the gods. Praise the gods."
