Liam Yancey was completely tense, any little movement or noise made him extremely vigilant.
"Liam, don't be nervous!" Tara Summer leaned back against the headboard facing the man pacing in front of the bed and spoke to comfort him, "...I'm fine, you really don't need to worry."
The man's furrowed brows made her helplessly want to laugh, Liam Yancey was really too anxious; it was as if he was the one giving birth, not her.
"Close your eyes and rest." Liam Yancey stopped by the bed, bending over to look at her face, which had turned slightly pale from the pain.
Tara shook her head, "I'm good, I feel pretty energetic now, why don't you sit down and keep me company, and try to relax a bit?"
She was truly afraid that his extreme nervousness would make his heart stop at any moment.
Liam Yancey touched her cheek, sat down, and spoke gently, his voice hoarse, "Tara, let's not have kids anymore, okay?"
