But that was not happening. The pain was going nowhere. Wave after wave of extremely painful cramps kept punching in her stomach.
Archer was right there with her, worry and pain and sadness dripping from his face. Not for a second did he stop staring at her face with his knitted brows. He kept begging and praying to her to tell him what was happening with her. He sweetly kept calling her by her nickname. She could see how worried Archer was and wanted to tell him everything, but words refused to come out of her mouth.
A soft, continuous groan kept escaping her mouth. Every single vein on her forehead was now ready to pop. "Stop! Please, stop!" she kept pleading with her stomach. She knew if she didn't breathe within a few seconds, she was going to faint.
