Kael’s POV
"Damn it, I feel like all my weight is stuck in my belly," Eira cursed as I helped her settle onto the sofa.
It had become difficult for her to sit or stand on her own now. Her belly had grown so large that the days of delivery were close. Every day, she complained, and every day, we tried to comfort her.
She let out a tired sigh and placed her hand over her belly. "Baby, how long are you going to trouble mommy? I can’t even breathe properly. Show some mercy. I promise I’ll love you a lot once you’re out."
I sat beside her. "It won’t be long."
She frowned instantly. "I’ve been hearing that same line for ages," she said, turning to glare at me. "Can’t you come up with something new to comfort me?"
Damn.
Her temper had worsened along with everything else.
All I could say, "I’m sorry."
She frowned again and looked away. "Another repetitive line."
These days, I felt completely helpless around her. If it weren’t for her pregnancy, I would have handled this very differently. I would have kept her in my bed until she had no energy left to stay angry.
My brothers were no better off. They either stayed quiet or spoke carefully, unsure of what might set her off next. All of us were walking on edge around her.
Deep down, we were all praying for her delivery to come soon.
"Do you want to eat something?" Roman asked cautiously.
"Hah! You can’t say or do anything different either," she snapped. "Just want to feed me all the time so I keep my mouth shut."
Roman remained calm. "I was just asking if you’re hungry."
"Instead, do something to take this baby out of me," she shot back.
He went silent, and we all exchanged helpless looks.
Lucian chose to keep quiet, and was only active when it was his turn to mate with her and to cook her favourite food. He was sure he lacked the words to comfort her.
The room had fallen quiet.
"Has someone died here?" she muttered after a moment. "Why does this place feel so boring?"
"Want to go out and start jumping so the baby pops out?" Rafe said, unable to hold himself back any longer.
"Bastard, get lost," she snapped at him, breathing heavily.
"Rafe, keep quiet," Jason said firmly as he moved toward her. "Breathe. Don’t get worked up."
"Then tell that bastard to stay out of my sight," she shot back. "He’s always ready to get on my nerves."
"Alright," Jason said, gesturing to Rafe to stop. He guided her gently. "Take a few deep breaths. Your doctor will be here soon to check on you."
She closed her eyes and followed his instructions, breathing slowly. "Just tell her to take it out. I can’t handle this anymore. It’s taking too long."
"I will," Jason assured her.
And as always, he managed to calm her down. Something none of us four could do.
After a while, the doctor arrived and checked on her.
"We will have to wait another day or two," she said calmly. "It will happen."



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