"What the hell did you do to me?" Sari screamed in my ear, and squeezed the hand she was holding tightly enough that I was beginning to have serious worries she might crush it. I gritted my teeth and stroked her head with my free hand.
"Hush, hun, it won't be much longer, right doc?"
"It should be coming any minute now, just hold in there," the doctor said. She was as much out of her depth as we were, none of us really had any idea what to expect.
"There you go see, not long at all."
"I'm going to make you pay for this, Rhyn!"
"I know, I know," I cooed. Sari cried out again.
Winter was still in full swing when Sari went into labour. I felt pretty useless, all I could do was sit at her side, holding her hand and occasionally pressing her back down onto the bed when she writhed.
Her mood completely changed a few minutes later when she held our child in her arms for the first time. The relief in the room was palpable when the doctor confirmed that she was just having the one child, and not a litter.
"She's beautiful," I said, laying down next to Sari and putting my arm around her. I stroked the baby's head while Sari held her.
"She is," Sari agreed.
"Do you have a name for her yet?" The doctor asked, taking a pen and paper from her bag.
"Cara," Sari replied, before falling asleep with her in her arms.