Eight months passed by in a flash and Ingrid was already due to give birth, her belly huge and her body glowing!. Sebastian had taken good care of her these past eight months even though what he wanted more was to flush the baby from her womb.
Ingrid and Sebastian were in the living room at Ingrid behest, she didn't like the upstairs and it wasn't good for her baby, so Sebastian moved his laptop and files to the living room.
Ingrid glanced at Sebastian looking like she had something to say but she didn't and faced the TV instead, she repeated that action several time until she could control her urge.
"Seb, I'm hungry." Ingrid complained. She was sitting on the sofa with Sebastian by her side.
Sebastian face showed an exasperated expression.
"You just had dinner two hours ago."
"Doesn't matter, that was the baby dinner not mine. I'm hungry." Ingrid looked like she was being mistreated as she spoke, but her body said otherwise.
"No, Ingrid. You are not allowed to eat too much food because of your abnormally large stomach."
"But, he also said that I should eat when I want to." Ingrid pouted and looked spoilt.
Sebastian had spoiled her completely and she had forgotten that Sebastian was her master and he could make her go a hundred laps if she disobeyed or angered him.
Sebastian ignored her and Ingrid looked downcast, suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her tummy, it was different from all other pain she had experienced.
"Ah!" She hissed but Sebastian ignored her thinking it was her usual way of getting what she wanted.
Another sharp pain ran through her body and Ingrid broke out in sweat, her hands holding her protuding tummy.
"Sebastian, I'm not joking, Seb...ah!" She said but another pain and she fell to the chair.
Sebastian turned and saw her pale face and sweat filled body and felt a chill run through his spine.
"Ingrid!" He called panic written all over his voice.
A liquid appeared on the chair between Ingrid legs and Sebastian saw it, he's eyes went there but not knowing what it was.
"My water...it has broken." Ingrid said in between gasps.
If Sebastian didn't know why the liquid appeared, he certainly knew what ingrid said.
Quickly but gently, he lifted Ingrid and rushed outside of the house. On getting there he realised he forgot the car keys because they usually sent the drivers hime at night, so he carried Ingrid back inside, dropped her on the sofa and rushed upstairs for the car keys.
"Ahh!" Ingrid groaned in pain.
Sebastian came down in a flurry and picked Ingrid up.
He started the car and drove other to the gates before hitting brakes and pressing a remote to open the huge gates; he drove the car out and the gated closed as the car left.
"Breathe,
Ingrid breathe." Sebastian said though he barely breathe.
"I'm trying!, I'm trying!" Ingrid shouted frustrated by the pain. "If I had known that the process to give birth was this painful I would have never..." Ingrid trailed off, realising her words would hurt her baby and prove Sebastian right.
"No, no, I'm sorry my love, I didn't mean it. See, if ihad gone back in time, I would still keep you okay?" I Ingrid began coaxing the baby who was preparing to come out.
Sebastian cursed at the front, feeling stupid for not being able to breathe properly because the woman he loves wants to give birth to another man's child.
"Argh!" Ingrid shout of pain broke his train of thoughts and he began his routine of, "Breathe, Ingrid breathe."
Suddenly he remembered he had the doctors number for emergency sake and this was clearly an emergency.
He picked up his phone and connecting it to the car's Bluetooth and dialed the doctor number.
"Prepare everything, doctor." He said immediately the doctor picked the call.
"Has miss Ivor water broken?"
"Of course, gaddammit!" His voice was filled with anxiety and panic, something that anyone listening felt.
Ingrid felt it and despite the pain began to question if Sebastian was the father of the baby.
"Did Sebastian sleep with me while I was out cold?" She wondered aloud and Sebastian heard.
I wish I did.
Those words were on the tip of his tongue but he controlled it.
"Hold on Ingrid, we're already there." He said looking at the hospital ahead.
Alistair had just come out of a ward when he saw a doctors and nurses move about in a rush. With furrowed brows, he held a doctor and asked what all the ruckus was all about.
"Why...oh, good evening sir, a patient is coming to the hospital, her water had broken and her case is quite complicated." It was the same doctor that had been in charge of Ingrid's case.
"Okay, carry on." Alistair said releasing the woman and walked off. He had taken ten steps when he remembered that the first week of December was Ingrid's due date but it was prolonged and her case was a little complicated. Turning back he called the doctor,
"Mrs Debbie,"
The doctor faced back confused why the president had called her back, but nevertheless she went back.
"Yes sir?"
"Make all the preparations quickly and ensure all equipment are ready, I'll be joining the delivery." He said calmly and left leaving the female doctor in shock.
"But, sir is not a neurosurgeon, not a obstetrician nor gynecologist." She mummered but regained composure when she saw Ingrid being pushed on a stretcher to the ICU.
Debbie then went to Alistair's office and knocked when she received positive a answer, she opened the door and said,
"Sir, the patient has arrived."
"Okay, what is the patient name?" He asked not raising his head from a file containing Ingrid details.
"Ingrid Sybil Ivor, sir." She replied.
"Okay, I'll be there shortly." Alistair said and the woman left.
Ingrid was wheeled into the ICU and soon she was surrounded by doctors, the steady beep-beep of machines filling the air as the team moved efficiently around her. A nurse adjusted her IV drip while another strapped a monitor around her belly to check the baby's heartbeat.
"Fetal heart rate is steady," one of them reported.
Debbie nodded, glancing toward the door as if expecting someone. "Keep monitoring her contractions. Let me know if the intervals shorten."
Another nurse wiped Ingrid's forehead gently. "Miss Ivor, try to relax, okay? Breathe in slowly, and out… good."
Ingrid's breathing came in shallow gasps, her fingers clutching the sheets. She didn't reply, just nodded weakly.
A few moments later, the door swung open, and Alistair walked in, still in his white coat, gloves in hand, and his expression unreadable. The tension in the room seemed to shift instantly.
Ingrid's eys looked like it was going to pop out from it's sockets. It was that same devil faced bastard, only difference was he discarded the suit for a white coat and his eyes made more beautiful by the glasses he wore.
"You're a doctor?" Ingrid asked in shock.
"How could a rouge like you be a doctor?!" Her voice rose and everyone looked at her, their eyes saying do they know each other?
Ingrid heartbeat rose and Debbie immediately noticed and said,
"Calm down, miss Ivor, The president is a professional."
"President?" Ingrid voice was a whisper.
Had I known o would never had come to this hospital! She lamented in her head as her mouth were too weak to speak.
"Status?" he asked, ignoring Ingrid question.
"Cervix dilated six centimeters, contractions every five minutes," Debbie reported quickly.
"Good. Continue monitoring. If her blood pressure rises, administer magnesium sulfate and call me immediately."
"Yes, president," she said, moving to the side.
Alistair's gaze drifted briefly to Ingrid's pale face. For a heartbeat, his composure wavered, but only slightly. Then, in the same calm, commanding tone, he said, "Prepare the delivery room. She's progressing fast."
The nurses exchanged quick glances before moving with renewed urgency, wheeling Ingrid toward the brightly lit corridor leading to the delivery suite.
"Eight centimeters, Doctor," Debbie said checking her status . "Her contractions are closer now."
Alistair gave a curt nod, his voice even. "Good. Let's get ready. We're almost there."
Ingrid's hands gripped the sheets as another contraction hit, tearing a cry from her throat. "I can't..."
"Yes, you can," Alistair interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. "You've come this far. Don't stop now."
His words, low and steady, seemed to anchor her, and for a fleeting moment, she focused only on his voice.
Minutes passed. The tension in the room thickened. The fetal monitor spiked, nurses moved in sync, and Alistair's commands came sharp and quick.
"On my count...push!"
Ingrid screamed, pushing with every ounce of strength she had left. Sweat rolled down her temples. Debbie counted beside her, voice rising above the noise.
"One more, Miss Ivor! You're almost there!"
Then, amid the chaos; a sharp, piercing cry filled the air.
The nurses froze for a heartbeat, then one of them broke into a relieved smile. "It's a girl!"
Ingrid collapsed back against the bed, tears streaming down her face as the baby's cries grew louder, but the pain didn't stop.
"Doctor..." Ingrid eyes became suprised.
"It's twins," Debbie said, her voice barely above a whisper as she exchanged a look with the nurse.
Ingrid's exhausted face softened for just a moment, and despite the sweat glistening on her forehead, a spark of fierce determination lit her eyes. She gritted her teeth and nodded faintly. "I can do this…"
Alistair face showed a hint of suprise but controlled it to maintain his poker face.
"Alright, Ingrid, one more push," Debbie encouraged, her tone calm but urgent. "You're doing great."
Ingrid screamed, summoning every ounce of strength left in her body. And then...another cry split the air, smaller but just as powerful.
"It's a boy," Debbie announced with a smile as the nurse caught the tiny, slippery newborn and handed him to another waiting pair of hands.
For a brief second, everything went silent; the chaos, the commands, the rush. Ingrid slumped weakly against the bed, tears still spilling from her eyes, her lips trembling with relief.
The babies' cries echoed through the room, filling the sterile air with a sound so fragile yet so full of life.
Alistar stood motionless for a moment, his eyes fixed on the two tiny, wriggling figures being cleaned and wrapped in soft blankets. His expression gave nothing away, his storm-silver eyes unreadable, but something flickered there, faint and fleeting, like a shadow of emotion breaking through the calm.
"Vitals?" he asked quietly.
"All stable, sir," one of the nurses replied.
He nodded once, his tone steady. "Good work, everyone."
As the delivery team began to clean up, Alistar removed his gloves slowly, his gaze still lingering on the twins, on his twins. For the first time in years, he felt something stir deep in his chest. It wasn't pride. It wasn't joy, though a mix. Alistair knew he had committed a sin, a sin he would strive to protect.