Chapter 209: Hanging By A Thread

Sky "Diana," I called the first time as I saw her eyes flutter closed. "Diana, wake up," I said with more urgency this time. I clutched my son closer to my chest and then looked at my mate. "What is going to happen to her?" I asked. "There's only one way to find out," Damian said. "We wait. Hopefully, the blood loss won't be so bad, and she will recover in due time. But I didn't think she would lose consciousness like this." Damian looked apologetic. "Just help her," I said, holding my son closer to me and nearly breaking into tears. "Men do not cry," I remembered my father saying. "If it hurts, hold it in." By the moon goddess, I would hold it in, I told myself. The moment Diana fell unconscious, my world came crashing down. The delivery had been hard, almost unbearable to watch, but she had given birth to our beautiful son. His hair was as black as night, much darker than his mother's. "Diana," I whispered. I held him in my arms, marveling at the miracle of life, but my joy w