He Delayed My Birth for Her

I lay on the delivery bed, my husband Ethan holding my hand.

"Just hang in there a little longer, Rebecca. Our baby will be born soon."

I was drenched in sweat from the pain, yet I still managed to give him a smile.

Until a nurse walked in carrying a syringe. I thought it was the anesthetic for an epidural.

But Ethan suddenly released my hand and said, "This is a labor-delaying drug. I need to let Scarlett deliver her child first. You'll have to wait."

I wanted to scream, to struggle, but the medication had already been injected into my body.