Nora's POV
The rubber gloves make a sharp snapping sound as Coco pulls them off her hands. James steadies me as I struggle to sit upright on the examination table, his touch gentle but worried.
"You need to drink more water, get proper rest, and find ways to reduce stress," Coco instructs, her voice carrying the authority of someone who has delivered countless babies. "Stress wreaks havoc on pregnant bodies, and yours is already working overtime. I've assisted many witches through their pregnancies over the years, but you're my first half-witch patient. Actually, you're everyone's first."
Her attempt at reassurance only amplifies the fear that has been gnawing at me since I first saw those pink lines. My body might not be equipped to nurture human life. The doubt twists in my chest like a blade.
