The blood that had already dried between my legs tore free again from the force of the blow. It came gushing out like a ruptured dam, soaking the white tiles in seconds.
A scream ripped out of me, raw and primal, as pain exploded through my body. I curled in on myself, shaking, my hands clutching uselessly at my belly. It was too late. I could feel it.
Sullivan stepped forward, hand outstretched, about to drag me again—but then he froze.
His eyes locked onto my abdomen, now clearly swollen, round, unmistakable. Then he saw the blood—fresh, bright, everywhere.
His face went ghostly white in an instant.
Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees and pulled me into his arms. “Shit,” he muttered, panic flickering in his eyes for the first time. “What the hell…”
He spun around and glared at Shannah. “What the hell is going on?!” he barked. “I told you to deal with her delivery! You told me she already gave birth yesterday! That the baby was in the nursery!”
He pointed at my belly, his voice rising. “Then why the hell is she still this big?! Why is she still bleeding?!”