Time to give birth and get my body back.
I’m groaning and screaming as the contraction finally heightens and begins to pass. I’m getting one that intense every half hour, but they won’t get any closer together. Patience is what I need, but I’m plum out of patience.
Duncan grabs my arm. I’m startled because I didn’t realize He was even there. “I talked to a friend. He’ll be here in tomorrow night to help out. He said walking will help get the contractions moving.”
Walking? I want to roll my eyes at him. “You know I can barely move…Look how large I am.”
“I know, but you have to try. They need to get out of you, honey.” Duncan helps me up and it takes all his strength and mine to get me out of the chair.
My back arches, thrusting my belly forward and I stumble onto my feet. Gripping my belly, I rub it on the sides. The tight shirt I wear, allows my belly to crest free and the tight leggings I wear barely come over my plump ass.
Duncan rubs my back as I walk, but I only make it into the backyard before a contraction hits me. It’s smaller than the last, but still I lean on the fence and breath out my mouth. Duncan is such a good sport, that he rubs my back until I’m through it.
“Are you sorry you got me pregnant?”
He smiled at me as I straighten up. “Never. I’m only sorry you’re in so much pain, but soon, our babies will be born. And you’ll be fine.”
The way his eyes crinkle make me doubt him. I know he loves me and the babies but for the first time, I see he’s worried. Maybe childbirth will kill me after all and I have no one to blame but myself. I let this happen to me and I accepted it.
Not only that, but I loved it.
****
We walk around the property for almost an hour until the contractions are getting so close together that I can’t standing the pain anymore. My head is collapsed on his chest in the middle of the yard as snow falls all around us.
Groaning, I grip his shirt. “I can’t…do this…” I know it’s going to get so much worse before it gets better and I don’t have the strength. I just don’t.
“You can and you will, Sasha.” Duncan kissed the top of my head and rubs my hair. “C’mon baby, you know you can do this.”
I shake my head and feel such an intense pressure build up that I grip him tight in my hands. I scream and squat to the ground as something in my snaps. A river of water flows from inside me and Duncan bends to look me in the eye.
It’s happening. Really happening.
“Duncan!” I call out afraid and hold my belly in my hands.
“We better get you inside.”
****
In the living room there’s a fire roaring in the fireplace and my naked body lays on the bear skin rub. I’m covered in sweat from head to toe as I contort in pain. I call out as the endless contractions assault me it seems from everywhere. My dainty fingers rubbing the inside of my legs and my back arches, thrusting my huge belly in the air.
My heels dig into the rug and soon it’ll be time to push. My body is telling me how close we’re getting and all I want to do is….
Pain so much pain….
Chin to chest, I push. Duncan wiped the sweat off my brow with a wet washcloth and he takes my hands. "Push harder. harder."
I groan and my brow furrows so hard. The pain is so intense and I want to stop pushing, but I know I can’t. Outside the sun is rising which means we’ve been at this for almost twelve hours. His friend won’t be here until tonight which means if I don’t do this soon, I might die. I might loose the will to keep pushing.
Screaming, I stop the push as the contraction goes away. Outside, the snow is coming down so hard, no one is going to get to us that morning.
But I’m in trouble. I know that.
“Duncan,” my voice is so slight, I can barely hear myself.
“You can do it, Sasha. Please.” Duncan’s eyes are worried as he leans over and kisses my belly. “For us, you have to do this.”
“Another one is coming.” My legs straighten out and my elbows dig into the rug. I want to ignore the pain. I want to….I groan and grab the insides of my legs and push like I’ve never pushed before. Screaming the whole time.
“I see the head! I see the head!” Duncan gathers up a towel and as the first daughter slides out of me, He catches her.
I relax on the rug as a baby cries pierces the night sky. Thunder crashes as soon as she does so. “is she…okay?” I’m afraid to look at her.
But when Duncan brings over the baby wrapped in white, I’m entranced by her because. She’s perfect and beautiful, just the way a baby should be. I can’t hold her yet, but I stroke her face and she opens her eyes at me and yawns.
I feel like she already knows I’m her mother.
Another contraction hits and I know I have to do it again. One more time.
****
The next baby is born four minutes later and six minutes after that, I give birth to a third and final daughter. My body might be free of babies, but it’s still not mine. I’m slave to our daughters as they feed off my breasts in a hungry cycle. They’re starving, ravenous. By the time it’s night and the snow has stopped, our daughters are sleeping and Duncan lays with me on our bed.
I’m tired but invigorated.
“You really want to stay here?” Duncan asked me.
“I want to raise our girls here. If you think we can.”
He smiles at me and takes my hand. He kisses my fingers gently. “I think we can. I want to. Now that you’ve had the babies you can go into town more. Meet some friends. Some people.”
I like that idea. I like that idea a lot.
Epilogue
To control our daughter’s lust for human souls until they are older, we must be wed. By the age of six months, people are drawn to them and it’s then that Duncan and I decide to get married.
We meet at the justice of the peace. I’m in a white dress and Duncan in a fine suit. He rests his hand on my just beginning to round belly. We just discovered two weeks ago I’m pregnant, but this time I hope it’s something other than triplets.
“You may now kiss the bride. Congratulations, you two.”
But it’s like he’s not even in the room. Duncan takes my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply, so in love with me, that nothing else matters.
I snuggle against him and he whispers to me. “Hungry?”
I gaze past him at the justice of the peace. “Maybe for just a little snack.”
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