In the early morning hours, everyone rushed to the chamber where Amelie and Gabriel were staying.
"Ahhh!" Amelie cried in labor pain.
The maids gave way to the Queen and Amelie’s mother, who found Amelie writhing in pain on the bed.
"Mom, have the doctor and healers come? My wife... Amelie went into early labor," Gabriel muttered, panicking while holding Amelie’s hand tightly. Lowering his head, he quickly brushed away the strands from her damp face, which was covered in sweat.
"Yes, they are on their way. Don’t worry. Amelie is ready for the birth, I believe," Mabel stated and glanced at Samyra, who had sat by Amelie’s side.
"It’s too painful. Noa is kicking vigorously," Amelie said, tears escaping from the corner of her eyes, her breathing turning ragged.
"Dear, you’ll get through it. Just for a few more moments. The doctor will be here any minute," Samyra whispered, feeling worried to see her daughter like this.
The chamber doors burst open. "Your Majesty, forgive the delay," said the trusted palace doctor, Louisa Clementine, bowing quickly. Her eyes swept the scene before she spoke again. "Only one may stay inside during the delivery. I believe the husband should remain." She gestured toward her assistants, who rushed forward to prepare the room.
Both Mabel and Samyra went out of the chamber. Mabel had her hand on Samyra’s shoulder, telling her silently that Amelie and the pup would be fine.
An IV was inserted into Amelie’s hand as the entire setup was made as quickly as they could. Louisa wore gloves and quickly moved up the gown that Amelie had worn.
Meanwhile, Gabriel’s eyes were on Amelie. He was silently praying for her well-being. She looked so much in pain, and it was ripping his heart.
Louisa examined Amelie and furrowed her brows. "The pup can come out any minute. Amelie, listen to me. You’re fully dilated. So, now, when the next contraction comes, I need you to push. The pup is eager to come out. I know you can do it."
Amelie opened her eyes and nodded while feeling the gentle soothing of Gabriel’s hand over her head.
"Take a deep breath. Now, push, Amelie!" Louisa said while the assistants made sure to keep Amelie’s legs apart. She cried again as her head slightly lifted from the pillow.
"Very good, Amelie. I-I can see the baby’s head. Now, one more time," Louisa encouraged her. Amelie cried as it was too painful, and she shook her head. Her back felt like it was cracking. Every nerve of her body was screaming with pain.
"Amelie, you can do it. Just do it slowly," Gabriel whispered gently. Though his own heart was heavy seeing all of this, he had to give strength to Amelie in such a situation.
"Noa is eager to see you, to see us, so just push slowly. You can do it, love," Gabriel said, kissing her forehead.
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