i'll travel on a boat or aeroplane, i'll explore a world of sorrow
'cause when i find you i know, i know i'mma be okay
see the times are changing, and i'm sure of nothing that i know
except this is us, and this is love, and this is where i'm home
in a world that's breaking, where nothing is for keeps
oh this is us, this is love and this is where i sleep
— Where I Sleep, Emeli Sandé
It was time, and Woya was not ready. She cried out as the contractions came harder and faster, a wordless announcement to the medic outside of her den. He had not left, not since they'd buried Rhae, and it was the only relief she had. Maybe, maybe he could help her beat this. It certainly felt otherwise, as though every single odd were obstinately stacked against her.
The twins whined as she writhed, disturbed from their blissful slumber by their foster mother's jostling and sensing her heightened stress. It wasn't good for them, she knew that instinctually, to be surrounded by so much tension. She couldn't help it though, especially now that the moment was here. This could kill her. This would most likely kill her, and there was no stopping it.
Woya squeezed her eyes shut, grit her fangs and began to push with all her strength.