Chapter 26

**Acacia Point of View**

After four attempts, I was finally able to get up in a sitting position, stretch my hand and reach the glass of water.

Taking greedy gulps, I finally groaned in satisfaction. But that was short lived when another wave of pain hit me. This time it was not just my back and stomach that killed me but a muscle that connect my stomach to vagina pulled, causing me scream at a sudden soreness.

Tears rolled down from my eyes uncontrollably. It was one thing to go through this phase and it was completely another thing to go through this phase all alone with no one to nurse.

There could be complications. There could be excessive bleeding. The baby could be in an unconventional position. There are infinite things that could happen to a carrying mother in labor.

Heck, if not given necessary attention then the carrying mother could even die in the process of delivery.

The least she could expect was someone beside her to hold hand and tell how painful it was.

The mysterious jerk proved to be the top notch scumbag in multiverse in this regard. Neither there was a nursing aid beside me nor was he himself present at the nick of the moment.

A sudden thought crossed my mind as I cursed the jerk and the thought itself brought a typhoon of nervousness swirl inside me.

With no nursing aid provided, will I die?

What will happen to the baby if so?

First, will I even be able to deliver without a hitch?

All sorts of negative thoughts weaved inside my mind one after the other and I couldn't help but feel helpless.

If the motive of this whole this is to get my baby and in the process let my soul depart my body as a miscellaneous collateral damage, then this guy has planned it thoroughly.

And this very fact Is making me rather helpless at this moment. This situation is something I cannot do anything about except for going through it.

For the rest of the day, I only depended on taking small sips of cool water every now and then. The whole day went by and the contractions only got worse.

By the time the sky got dark, I have no more energy to scream and yell and even just move my finger. To think that I've been going through labor from previous night and was still able to hang in there was still an astonishment to me.

I want to sleep but couldn't. I feel faint and tired but on the same hand, I can still scream all through the night.

As the evening turned to night and the night slowly proceeded to touch the midnight time, the labor pains got unbearable and out of the world.

I could feel my cervix getting dilated and there was something moving downwards. The persistent pain continued to suffocate me and when I was finally feeling the huge movement towards my cervix and to the vagina.

This must be when I should start pushing.

To say I was relieved to finally enter the final stage was an understatement. To go through such labor for more than twenty four hours without eating and depending on only water; men should consider themselves lucky and treat women no less than celestial beings.

"My God, you are all out to kill me. Aren't you?" I screamed as I pushed.

Biting down on my lower lip, I tasted metallic taste in my mouth. I held the quilt in my hands and fisted it tightly and pushed again with a loud groan.

For several seconds, I closed my eyes and took deep breaths in an attempt to control my racing heart and keep myself from fainting.

"Right away."

"Immediately, Of course Your Majesty."

My eyes shot open when I heard several voices coming from beside me.

Only voices!

I heard only voices but when my eyes wandered around, I found no other human. On top of that, the voices I was hearing were female ones.

Cutting my train of thoughts and my absolute fear and astonishment, I froze and then a bellow came out of my mouth.

Profanities poured out of my mouth naturally. I couldn't believe I actually so many bad words but this wasn't time to boast because what I heard next stopped my heart.

"Calm down, Eblilis." The same hoarse male voice that plagued me even in my nightmares.

Anything with that voice cannot be good so I don't categorize my dreams as dreams.

Turning my head in hurry, I looked everywhere but there was no hint of living person around. To make sure I wasn't dream all this, I pinched myself and when the labor pains proved to show me the reality, I rubbed my eyes and looked around to find the source of voice.

A surge of fear and anger erupted inside me when I heard those three words.

"Calm down? Calm down? You scumbag, easy for you to say." Words came out of my mouth with force. One can easily detect tons of anger and killing instinct in my tone.

"Where are you dammit? Come face me like a man who has penis still handing below him." One, I'm in extreme pain and agony; two, my mind was hazy; three, all these sudden rush of voices and this unusual things happening; I have every right to be rude.

Gosh, I would be committing a sin if I wasn't rude.

For another ten minutes I cried out continuously as I felt the head of the baby near my opening. My baby was ready to come out which means these few minutes, I'll be making a roundabout trip to hell.

"You will be alright. Inhale. Inhale." My face folded into a deep scowl and I gritted my teeth when I heard that familiar voice instructing me in a calm tone.

Seems like sarcasm doesn't have time and place, "Why don't you shut up and inhale some sense into yourself? When you don't have a bone to show your face, then you shouldn't have a face to even talk at this time."

Once those words came out, another scream came out of me. With several faceless voices probing me to push, I continued to push and push and push until I heard a voice saying that the head was out.

I don't have energy or mind to know how they know that the head is out and where exactly the owners of these voices are but between the all the agony and pain I was feeling at the moment, I was also scared.

I felt a premonition of something strange. Something both ominous and auspicious.

A mix of both good and bad.

A blend of both light and dark.

Proving one part of my premonition, something very strange and fearful came in front of eyes. Although I was close to death at this point, I could clearly see what was happening in front of my eyes.

And in the midst of giving birth to my child did I see where the faces of those voices are. But more than the people themselves their surfacing stunned and scared me.

In front of me, near my opened legs was a mid aged woman who was appearing, emerging out of air.

I don't know if it was because of the labor pains that I was deluding or was it happening for real but soon the woman's transparent figure slowly filled in.

Beside me, on my left was another woman of same age as the other wearing same cotton gown like the other, was transparent who was slowly emerging into a complete figure.

"Wh- Argh" I was about to voice out when I screamed out again and felt the baby come out of me slowly.

With one last shout, I heard the loud wailing of my baby and the completed appeared out of air women carried the baby and placed him in my awaiting limp hands.

A pained smile came over my lips when I raised my arms a little to carry the baby. "Congratulation, you have a healthy boy."

When the baby was finally placed on my chest, I raised my hand and lightly trailed my fingers on my new born son's cheek.

Handsome and adorable. He was absolutely adorable and a fat baby. I cannot believe I pushed this chubby one out of me.

My hands lost last of the strength and my eyes blinked in an attempt to stay awake, stay alive. While I was fighting to stay awake and enjoy the moment with my son, I felt the weight of my baby lift away from my chest.

I opened my mouth to protest but was instantly closed when I saw who dared to take my baby away from me.

It was a man. A very familiar looking man.

The same young man who's portrait I saw in the secret room was standing in front of me in an attire that doesn't belong to any eras that passed in past thousand some years.

From half closed eyes, exhausted and almost faint, I saw him smile down at me as he carried my baby in his arms and wrap him in a towel.

"My greetings, Eblilis. I'm the father of our son and master of this place, Tzalmon." He paused for a moment.

" Tzalmon Saccius Ebernus." The last thing I heard was his name and the last thing I saw was his ominous smile before I finally went out cold.

Tzalmon - Who are you?

**~*~*~*~*~*~ To be continued in book 2 ~*~*~*~*~*~

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