Not the moment, not the place

Lucien took a deep breath, trying to steady himself despite the fear gripping him. He glanced at Maeve, offering her a reassuring smile, even though his heart was pounding.

Alright, Maeve, you're doing great, he said, his voice as calm as he could manage. Rosalie, I've got the linens ready. I'm watching for the blood. Maeve, just keep focusing on your breathing, like we practiced.

He squeezed Maeve's hand gently, trying to convey strength and calm. We're in this together, love. You've got this. Just let things happen naturally, and I'll be here every step of the way.

Turning his attention back to the door, he called out to Rosalie, Okay, Rosalie, what do I need to do next? Please, walk me through everything. We need to make sure Maeve and the baby are safe.

He kept his voice steady, hoping it would give Maeve the confidence she needed. Inside, he was terrified, but he knew he had to stay focused for her sake.

@Maeve Valathrian
@Rosalie Rutherford