I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 379

**TITLE: The Attention 379**
**CONTENT: Chapter 379 Delivery**

Fear coursed through my veins like ice.

Yet, recalling the doctor’s words, I shook my head defiantly. “No. Natural birth is better for the babies.”

“Absolutely,” the midwife replied, her voice soothing and steady. “It’s the best option for your little ones, and it will aid your recovery as well. Don’t worry, Mrs. Laurent. The other case you heard about was an anomaly. That baby was larger than average and really needed a surgical delivery from the start, but the family opted against it. In your case, with twins, both of your babies are actually smaller than the typical size. You’re going to be just fine.”

She appeared to be in her forties, her face radiating kindness and calmness, a reassuring presence amidst the chaos.

Her words provided a small measure of comfort, and I nodded, though my head felt heavy with the weight of my situation.

I could do this. I would persevere through the pain.

“No. You’re in too much pain,” Ashton interjected, his voice laced with concern.

“Don’t worry about me. I can handle it.” The pain throbbed insistently, but the overwhelming desire to bring my babies safely into the world surged within me, pushing aside the agony. My gaze steadied with newfound resolve. “I’ll deliver them naturally. Help me up. I need to walk.”

Ashton’s expression was a mixture of disbelief and worry, clearly unconvinced.

The midwife chimed in again, her tone firm yet gentle. “A C-section isn’t as straightforward as it may seem. You might avoid the immediate pain of delivery, but the recovery afterward can be much more challenging. It’s not necessarily easier than a natural birth.”

Ashton hesitated, the weight of the decision hanging heavily in the air. Finally, he relented, his eyes locking onto mine with a solemn promise. “Once this is over, we’re not doing this again.”

“Even if you begged me to, I wouldn’t,” I replied through gritted teeth, my face contorted in pain yet resolute.

It hurt, but despite the torment, a wave of anticipation swept over me for the lives that were about to arrive.

After Dr. Levi administered the oxytocin shot, Ashton gently assisted me to my feet for a walk. The delivery ward featured a corridor with large glass windows, allowing us to gaze outside into the world beyond.

After being confined in that stifling room, stepping into the open corridor brought a slight relief. Yet, the pain in my stomach refused to relent, clawing at my insides.

Ashton held my hand as we ambled slowly down the corridor, each step feeling like I was walking on shards of glass. With every movement, I gasped, needing to pause before I could take another step.

Seeing my struggle, Ashton halted, concern etched across his face. “That’s enough. We’re not walking anymore.”

“No. The doctor said it helps. Besides, I’m not the only one doing this.”

That day, there were several other women in labor, and I noticed another expectant mother walking the corridor alone, clutching the railing with a look of determination etched on her face. She bore her pain in silence, and watching her made my heart ache with sympathy.

In comparison, I felt fortunate. I had Ashton by my side, sharing this moment as we awaited the arrival of our children. What more could I truly ask for?

I tightened my grip on his hand, feeling a surge of strength coursing through me once more.

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