Josie Quinn's suppressed groans and pained cries gradually began to escape the delivery room.
Every cry was like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of the men waiting outside.
Felix Fields stood as if nailed to the spot, his jaw tight. Julian Ford leaned against the wall, his gaze from behind his glasses welded to the closed door. Cole's expression was murderous, his brows deeply furrowed as he fought the urge to break down the door and be with her, his fists tightening unconsciously. Jude Sheffield was like an uneasy young beast, his lips pressed into a thin line. Lucas Lockwood's anxiety was written all over his face as he paced incessantly.
As the hours stretched into early morning, the sounds from inside continued, but the baby still hadn't been born.
