The pain comes harder and faster and just when I think I can’t possibly bear anymore, just when it feels I might actually die there is respite. A momentary silence.
I shake off hands that hold me and try to move legs that feel weak and powerless. Blood pounds in my ears. Sweat trickles between my breasts. Breath catches in my throat, sobs blocking the question I dare not ask. My head shakes away thoughts that it has happened again.
After an interminable time you cry, and are handed to me. I watch your chest rise and fall. You are amazing. You are mine.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.