A Son for A Son

“Eden… I think it's time! Please take me to the hospital,” I begged my husband to take me to the hospital during the eighth month of my pregnancy.

“No, I can't…” He said, his tone firm. His cold refusal sent shivers down my spine. But, he added, “My rivals are lurking beneath only to hurt my hier, Honey! Try to understand, we have to perform the surgery here.”

There was a huge risk in going through the C-section surgery at home but Eden insisted on doing it at home. He promised me he would not let anything happen to my child.