Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 154

Killian’s POV

The night air was cold and still, as I paced anxiously outside Giselle’s room. For months, she had been confined within those walls, never allowed to set foot outside until the time of her labour arrived.

I could hear the commotion inside — the agonizing cries of Giselle as she fought to bring her child into the world filled the whole Packhouse.

With every push she makes, she gives a painful cry.

The Doctor had warned me beforehand that I should move Giselle to the hospital so she could have proper labour. However, I objected and told them to do the labour in her room instead.

This made it difficult for all of them.

I watched as the omegas rushed in and out of the room, carrying towels, basins of water, and all the manner of supplies the doctor would need. If we were at the hospital, everything would have been prepared for the labour.

I took my words seriously when I said she would be confined in this room until she gave birth.

My heart raced with each laboured breath, each guttural scream that pierced the silence of the night. There is that possibility that the child is mine.

It was in the middle of the night, I was supposed to be asleep right now, but I rushed here when I heard that Giselle was finally having labour so I could be there to support her.

However, the doctor prohibited me from entering the room to watch as Giselle gave labour. It was cramped inside, and there was no more space for me.

Giselle has sensitive labour, and the doctors had to place all their focus and attention on her. I will only be a distraction if I go in there.

So, I anxiously paced back and forth outside as the minutes crawled by like hours, each second an eternity.

I clenched my fists as I fought the urge to barge in and abuse my authority.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, a different sound pierced the air — the unmistakable cry of a newborn.

My heart leapt out of my chest when I heard the baby’s cries… my baby’s first cry.

Giselle had quieted down now that she had successfully given birth.

I turned to my men, who had stood vigil with me through the long night. I must not forget what I had to do here.

I swung my head, giving them the signal. As one, they surged forward, throwing open the door to Giselle’s room.

“My baby! My baby!” Giselle cried out once again, her voice filled with a mother’s fierce love and worry towards her newborn child.

My men emerged, cradling the tiny bundle in their arms, who was still crying as if he knew he was taken from his mother.