4 Months Later
"You can't push yet babe! You'll rip yourself!" Tara says holding my hand.
"It hurts," I say crying.
"I know love, but you have to wait."
"Okay, okay," I say out of breath.
"It's okay baby girl," Cain says cradling me. "I think we should take her to the hospital," he whispers to Tara.
"She wants to do it natural, we have to respect that, and everything looks good right now, she's not bleeding and tearing so that's good. I need to measure her again," she says getting in between my legs and feeling my vagina up. "It's time," she says and Cain helps me into a good position between his legs. "Now every time you push hold your breath for ten seconds, it'll help you push harder."
"Okay, let's just do it," I say taking in a deep breath and pushing with all of my might as I count to ten in my head.
"Good Mina, that's good, take a second to catch your breath and then we can go again," she says and I relax for a second. "Now," she says and I take in another breath, then I push again. "I can see her head baby, you're almost there, one more big push," I do as I'm told and push, I feel something push through and then a release of pressure. I hear the scream of my baby and I reach for her. "One second love I'm cleaning her off."
"Hurry," I say and she lays her on my chest. I look at my baby's tiny face and kiss her forehead. "We made this," I say smiling at Cain.
"Yes we did, she's perfect," he says. Tara sits beside us and I lay my head on her shoulder.
"Your turn," I say to her and she laughs.
"Okay baby," she says kissing me.
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