Nine months too late: After divorce by Baby Charlene

Chapter 107 After

what

t felt like an eternity of agony to Sylvie, someone did come. A woman.

She exchanged a few words with the abductor before reaching for Sylvie, kneeling before her legs.

"I'm here to help you, dear. You must follow my instructions and stay strong if you want your babies to survive. The woman spoke with the professionalism of a nurse. Sylvie nodded desperately, biting her lips. No one told her being in labour was this painful. Sure, she'd heard the stories, but not once did she think it was like this. Despite the blinding pain, she followed the woman's instructions, keeping her legs wider and pushing with every ounce of strength she had.

Severally, she was tempted to give up. But the thought of her babies ending up dead after 'everything' terrified her more than losing her life. She concluded that it didn't matter if she lost her life. As long as her babies would be fine. She forced herself not to think of what awaited her and the kids once the delivery was done. If her abductor wanted to harm her kids, she wouldn't have brought someone over to help her. Right?

Despite the maddening pain Sylvie felt all over, she pulled through with the woman's instructions until finally, one of the babies were out.

"Oh! The boy is out!" The woman exclaimed with so much joy, her voice mingling with the cry of the baby.

Whoever she was, she must have been a nurse. She delivered the news with the natural joy that came with the profession.

A strange feeling gripped Sylvie's chest at the sound of her child crying. Her baby.

She tried to look, but she was still too weak and in pains.

The woman quickly took care of the baby, then returned to continue with the delivery.

We only

have one more to go. Come on, let's do this!" She urged.

Shutting her eyes, Sylvie continued grunting and pushing. Somehow, the realization that one of the kids were out gave her the strength to want to finish what had started.

In a few more minutes, the second one came out. Sylvie was in tears - both from the torture of her condition and the relief that she had finally given birth to her kids.

Her babies.

The long-awaited ones. She was a mother.

"The girl!" The midwife exclaimed happily, accessing the child in her hand.

She looked at Sylvie. "You've done very well, girl. The babies are both healthy."

Sylvie found herself growing weaker by the minute. Now that the kids were finally out, she didn't know what awaited her.

"Can I hold them? Please?" There was a tremor in her voice as she asked.

She hadn't seen any of their faces yet and couldn't lift her head off the ground due to the extreme pain she felt.

a flicker of hesitation on the nurse's

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body. She was so small, Sylvie feared she might break her if she wasn't careful. Growing up, Sylvie had always felt disturbed when she heard babies cry, but in that moment, the sound of the little

seconds before the sound

corner of the room, smoking and watching

the car."

The midwife

the child from

muttered weakly. "Don't take them away. Please..."

remorse on the nurse's face, but she

pain in her heart intensified. Her babies... They were taking them away from

out of the corners of her eyes, down to her temples. Her abductor dropped to a crouch beside her, her face

at the tip of Sylvie s tongue, but she had become too weak to even

Sylvie. Like you're meant to." The woman spoke in a voice that sounded distant

ears.

face was

a haughty

laid helplessly, unable to even move a finger. Slowly, her consciousness was slipping away.

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Lights. Machines beeping. Serenity.

this what it felt like to

brain

unlike the warehouse where she had been chained. She was finally free, wasn't she? Where was she? Had she really died and gone to heaven? So, she did make it to heaven despite what she did? The cry of a child filled her head, and instantly, the dizziness that pressed down

to her bump. It was gone. Her babies were gone. Her lips fell open, and before she could

A door opened.

awake! Let

speaking, but a second later, a lady dressed

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they? I need to find them." She muttered helplessly, shaking

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be calling for your guardian any minute. But in the meantime, do you feel pain

was too clouded to process what she meant by the word 'guardian'. What mattered to her the most

her kids.