Chapter 170.

Two Months Later.  “FUCK! Get them the fuck out of me!” I punctured Darian’s skin with my nails when I lifted my upper body off the bed and screamed at the doctor who sat between my legs.  She was focused on the first baby’s head crowning. First. And then there were two more. The strikes of pain that shot up my legs turned into a tumble of rocks and nails in my stomach and continued like burning acid streaks up my chest and through my arms. Death would’ve been more kind than this shit.  “I swear on the gods that if you don’t get them out of me within the minute I will rip this fucking place down!”  “Baby, breathe,” Darian’s voice had become the sandpaper drawing blood from my ears and I glared at him through Trixy’s yellow eyes. He pursed his lips together and squeezed my hand.  Darian tried to command me to stay calm, I begged him to, and after a long refusal on his part he finally agreed but of course, when I needed it the most, it didn’t work. The doctor said it could have to do wit