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.

was a flicker of hesitation on the nurse's face. Slowly, she placed the child on Sylvie's

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small gasp slipped Sylvie's throat the moment she made contact with the

put a hand around her, supporting her to her 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 one crying on her chest filled with her so much joy,

air, seconds before the

in the corner of the room, smoking

to the car." She car." She added

The midwife

idwife pulled the child from Sylvie's

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

the nurse's face, but she stood up and was soon out

Her babies...

temples. Her

Sylvie s tongue, but she had become too weak to even get them out. Dizziness overwhelmed

die alone Sylvie. Like you're meant to." The woman spoke

ears.

face was

a haughty

finger. Slowly, her

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Lights. Machines beeping. Serenity.

it felt like to

furrowed as her brain struggled to process her

and gone to heaven? So, she

her eyes stretching as her hand flew to her bump. It was gone. Her babies were gone. Her lips fell open, and before she could stop it, a scream

A door opened.

awake! Let the doctor

second later, a lady dressed as a nurse was

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calm down, ma'am. We'll be calling for your guardian any minute. But in the meantime, do you feel pain in any part

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

her kids.