Mr & Mrs Montero

Chapter 27

Kalani's POV

I've felt pain in my life. The kind that made me want everything to stop. But this, I couldn't explain this.

This kind of pain made my heart stop. This pain was far from pain. It was beyond that. This was beyond anything I've ever felt. It felt like death itself. Every single second of it, it felt like my heart was being cut into pieces, and I couldn't make it stop.

No matter how hard I tried, it felt so hard. It felt like I was suffocating, my chest kept tightening every second, and it was making me weak to a point where I couldn't breathe.

"Kalani, I need you to push." Eva instructed me.

"I can't breathe." I cried out, gripping my chest. "It hurts," I broke down.

"Eva it hurts, it hurts so bad." I kept rubbing my chest. My sobs were loud and agonizing it felt like every tear held a memory of my daughter. Who she was, and who she wanted to be.

Her first giggle, her first cry, her first poop, her first meal, her first burb, her ponytail, her first words, her first step, and her first fall. Her goodbye wave going to kindergarten, her first tooth fall, her first nightmare and her first movie night where we watched Moana on end.

It felt like, as these memories I had with her, they were slowly slipping away. And the more I cried, the more it felt real. Like I had lost my daughter, or I was losing her. Every part that she was, I was apart of that, and I was losing that too. I may have not shared her first heartbeat, but I could feel her last.

"It hurts Eva." I whispered, shaking my head. My voice all choked up and broken.

"I know honey, but I need you to push okay?" At this rate, she was also crying, and her voice held her broken heart at the palm of her hands. It was holding her vulnerability that she had hidden for a long time in a row.

"Argh!" The pain hit again.

"Kalani now." I parted my legs, and Eva took out my panties and placed them on the side. I held my knees so to give me strength to push, and I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer.

God if you can hear me, save my family. Please Almighty, I beg you.

"Ahhhh!' I started to pushed. The pain was intense, raw and constant. It was hitting on all sides, and I didn't know when I had to push.

" kalani, I need you to push again, now!"

I didn't need to be told twice. I screamed with all that I could give. With all that I could have, which was noting but heartache at the moment.

"Montero you bastard! You promised." I yelled. "You freaking promised." I shook my head. I was in pain. Both physically and emotionally. And it was the pain that was cutting right through my heart, into my abdomen.

"Come on, Kalani push!" She yelled at me.

I pushed again, and it felt like I was being ripped into two pieces. The pain ran down my legs and it felt like I was being electrocuted.

"And now!" Eva went on.

"I can't."  I shook my head. I was tired. My eyes were foggy, my heart heavy, my mind blank, my voice broken. All I wanted was for all of this to stop.

Even if it was just for a second, just a second.

So I just gave up.

I closed my eyes, and I stopped pushing. I shut the world away, hoping to find my daughter in the mist of, but all I could see  was nothing but stillness. Dark stillness that was so suffocating it reminded me of the time when I was kidnapped in that dark smelling place.

It felt like being pulled back into death, and I didn't want to accept that because I wasn't ready for that. The place where I was almost raped, strangled to a point of death and a place I was shot at.

I saw my daughter's memories in a distance. And they just kept drifting away from me. I tried running towards them, trying to save them, but every single memory I caught and held on too, it turned into vapor.

And I wasn't ready for that. To willingly let my daughter just fade. She was more than that. Eawa was a bright star, a kind star. The kind that held everyone at ransom.

Even her own dad. She was manipulative, calculated, kind, weird and she knew that between the two of us, her dad loved her more than me. She was a piece of him. A fraction of what can never be again.

She was an odd even. Her own number, her own type of weird that nobody else could be. And that is what I loved about her, and I cherished her more because of it. She was just herself without trying to be someone she could never be. She held who was in her bright innocent orbs and she wasn't deserving of this.

As I felt myself floating into her memories, and this time, it felt like I could hold on to them, just a little longer. They surrounded me and I gladly accepted the float, and I let go of my breathe.

The life that I was holding on too. Somewhere in between, I could hear Eva calling out to me, urging me to fight, to be strong, to save my unborn son, to stay, and to survive. Even if it was for the other kids. But she didn't understand.

They came in a pack. It was the quad, then it was the twins. And they couldn't be without each other. They needed each other to survive. They were all like pieces of a puzzle. They fit perfectly into my life. And without a piece, the puzzle was incomplete.

If I didn't hold these memories from floating away, I was gonna lose my baby girl for good. She was gonna go forever, and she wasn't coming back. So I shut her voice away, and I only thought of Eawa. I had to save her, and I was going to start with her memories that were floating away from life itself.

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And I'm back.

Personally, this was sad for me. I mean, this chapter was just heart breaking, period.

I hope I'm forgiven for going for so long. I love y'all lot.

This author loves y'all.😇😇💕💕💕