Beverly's Rebirth (A novella) (Six Saviors Series Book 4) Read Online Free

to talk to him. Instead, she concentrated on her breathing and the self-hypnosis techniques she had studied.
    Another contraction gripped her abdomen, and she imagined it as a gentle wave pushing out the baby. Breathing deeply, she let the wave do its work.
    She was in that wonderful space just before sleep and just before wakening. Completely aware of her surroundings and hearing what was being said, she chose to ignore them all and concentrate on getting the child delivered safely.
    The stress she had felt earlier when her water broke was gone , and now she fully focused on relaxing, breathing, and visualizing Baby coming into the world. Her pain wasn’t too bad, and her plan was to push through it. She didn’t want to go down that slippery slope of taking pain medication and losing control of her addiction.
    The Native American chants were soothing, helping to lull her into her dreamlike state. She couldn’t understand what was being said, but she felt the intentions of the music wash through her. She and Hudson had created a life, and now she was about to give birth. She was involved in a very primal, a very base ritual, and as the soft chants echoed throughout the room, Beverly had never felt more alive or more connected with the world around her.
    “You’re doing great, Bev,” Hudson whispered in her ear.
    She nodded, letting him know she had heard him, but she didn’t speak. Her mind, body, and soul were all focused on the birth.
    “Blood pressure is still good,” Cohen said softly as the cuff deflated on her arm.
    The physician in her was happy to hear that, but the woman in labor wished they’d both just shut the hell up so she could concentrate.
    Another contraction grasped her belly, and she breathed deeply, wondering how long it would be before Baby made its appearance.

Chapter 5
    An hour later , Beverly let out a moan, and Hudson hugged her upper body close to his chest. He had taken off everything but his boxers and climbed into the pool as Cohen had suggested. It was as if Beverly was in another realm of existence. She didn’t answer him when he spoke to her, but as he stroked her back, it seemed to soothe her.
    Again h er body contracted, and Cohen’s eyes widened. “Holy shit,” he said, and Hudson had a pretty good idea what that meant.
    Baby was making its grand entrance into the world.
    Hudson realized he was praying. He didn’t know to whom, but his mind raced with pleas to keep Beverly and their child safe.
    The next thing he knew, Cohen was in the pool, his body between Beverly’s legs. As he reached in, Hudson had a brief vision of drowning Cohen, but suppressed the urge to do so.
    “I’ve got the head,” Cohen stated, as if he had just said he picked up a watermelon at the store.
    Beverly groaned, her body contracted, sending slight waves through the pool. She lashed away from Hudson and gripped the side of the tub. She took a deep breath and pushed again, a gush of red coloring the water.
    “Come on, Bev,” Cohen said, apparently oblivious to the blood . “You got this. Get this kid out so we can all say hi.”
    A minute later, Beverly let out another groan and pushed, and Cohen lifted the baby from the water. Hudson felt like his chest would explode with pride, as he was the proud papa of a baby boy who had a head full of black hair.
    The baby began to cry softly, and the sound made Hudson feel like someone had just stabbed him through the heart. He had never heard anything like it before. The wail sounded like hope, despair, and the need for love all rolled into one long syllable.
    “What’s wrong with him?” Hudson asked , panic lacing his gut.
    “Nothing, that’s good. They’re supposed to cry. You want to cut the cord?”
    Hudson looked at the cord and decided that would be a definite negative, a “hell no” of epic proportions. He shook his head.
    Hudson stared at the crunched -up little face, the little mouth that formed an O. He briefly counted the baby’s