Beneath the Marriage Bed: The Woman Who Wore My Face

Her breathing became rapid.

“My water…”

A pool of fluid spread across the bed.

“I’m in labor.”

Obinna’s face drained of color.

“It’s too early.”

Another blast echoed overhead.

The electricity flickered again.

Outside, gunfire erupted.

Inside, Ada screamed in pain.

Everything was happening at once.

Obinna grabbed a medical kit.

“I’ve delivered emergency births before.”

He looked at me.

“I need your help.”

I hesitated only a second.

Whatever lies existed between us, an innocent child was about to enter the world.

For the next hour, explosions thundered above while we fought to save both mother and baby below.

Ada screamed until her voice broke.

Then, at last—

A baby’s cry pierced the underground room.

A little girl.

Tiny.

Perfect.

Alive.

Relief washed over us.

But it lasted only seconds.

One final explosion shook the bunker so violently that cracks spread across the ceiling.

Concrete chunks crashed onto the floor.

The security screen went black.

Then the steel entrance door began to bend inward.

Someone was trying to force it open.

Obinna looked at me with grim determination.

“They’ve found us.”

He handed me the newborn baby.

His voice was steady.

“No matter what happens next…”

“Protect them.”

The steel door groaned again.

Then slowly…

It began to open.

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