One push. Two. The burning, the stretching, the impossible moment where she thought she would split in two.
“I can’t,” she gasped at nine centimeters, panic clawing at her throat. “I can’t do this.”
And then—a rush. A sudden, shocking release. A small, wet, wriggling being slid into Priya’s hands, and the world cracked open.
They placed the baby on Elara’s bare chest. She was the color of a stormy sky, her face scrunched in protest, her tiny fists opening and closing like sea anemones. Elara looked down at the dark, wet hair, the cord still pulsing between them, and felt a love so fierce and so simple it erased every other thought.
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One push. Two. The burning, the stretching, the impossible moment where she thought she would split in two.
“I can’t,” she gasped at nine centimeters, panic clawing at her throat. “I can’t do this.”
And then—a rush. A sudden, shocking release. A small, wet, wriggling being slid into Priya’s hands, and the world cracked open.
They placed the baby on Elara’s bare chest. She was the color of a stormy sky, her face scrunched in protest, her tiny fists opening and closing like sea anemones. Elara looked down at the dark, wet hair, the cord still pulsing between them, and felt a love so fierce and so simple it erased every other thought.
