DRACO
Months Later
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“Push Sofia, come on, baby, you can do it.” The look she gave me was not one I’d expect from my sweet, demure wife. No, that was the look of someone about to commit murder. If my heart weren’t in my lungs, I would’ve laughed, but I was too scared for that.
She’d gone into labor at a very inopportune moment, if I do say so myself, one that had sent both of us scrambling to get decent while panicking about the birth of our first child.
I’d prepared everything weeks ago, but when her water broke, I couldn’t remember where my own feet were. She, on the other hand, was cool and composed. While I was running around getting things together after calling the hospital, she’d stood in the middle of the room rubbing her tummy and talking to our son; just another day in the life of a pampered princess.
