Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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"How much longer?" She asked Sylvia.
"I can't do this," Ina sobbed.
Amé could certainly not do this. The bed was wet. As in, a king sized bed was soaking wet. Wet with Ina's sweat, blood, fluids, and water, and just sweat and tears. It's already morning, and she's still in labor.
How? Amé didn't understand. Amé didn't understand anything about anything and she wanted to do everything she could to ensure Ina and the baby's health but there was nothing she could do. Her hands were so numb, they've been numb all night, from Ina's constant gripping, and she wanted it it to be over so she could feel them again, but now that she was starting to notice her grip was softening, she started to regret it.
"Just one more," Sylvia said.
"I can't," she whispered, throwing her head back on the pillow.
"Hey," Amé looked at her face. "Don't pass out."
"Doctor is arriving," Leila rushed inside to say. "He's outside. Ivaan is also here."
"You hear that you rat?" Amé told Ina. "Your Prince Charming is here, so keep your eyes open."
But it wasn't working. She was barely there. The doctor came in with wet jeans, an even wetter shirt, and a leather bag. He put on gloves and got down beside Sylvia, who backed off and took a break.
"Well damn," Amé heard the doctor say.
"You're almost there Idina, I can see the head okay? Two more pushes and your baby is out."
Amé turned around as soon as Ivaan came inside, like a bystander feeling magnetic attraction surpass. She got up and away from Ina so he'd have a chance to get close to her.
"Ivaan?" Ina whispered, fluttering her eyes open. Ivaan took her weak hand, gripped it in his, and she blinked to look at his eyes several times. "I'm tired. I can't do it."
"Two more," the doctor insisted, this time to Ivaan.
"Two more baby," Ivaan said. He kissed her forehead, tucking her hair back and off her face, and his hand turned white when she gripped and screamed, pushing. He kissed her temple and she pushed again, and keeping up the momentum, she pushed again.
When Amé heard the cries she dropped to the floor and sat. It was music to her ears. Finally. It was over. After twelve hours, it was over.
The doctor instantly did whatever he had to do, that with cutting the umbilical cord and putting it in a blanket, checking whatever he had to check Amé wasn't even looking anymore. She was rejoiced in the crying, because the constant screaming of Ina had drilled trauma into her head, and a baby's cries were the cure right now.
