Darke Night

These Little Things...

For Love We Brave Death...

Sage

The pressure was so great. Not the pain, not the tearing. The pressure is what brought me to my knees and had me begging to God for relief. My body was drenched in sweat, my naked form writhing on the bed as contraction after contraction moved within me, bringing life closer to birth. I carried them no more than 6 months. We had no idea if this was alright, this was a first, the first of a new generation of creation. My mother braced me, my sister handing my hand for dear life and Zane was pacing the halls, terrifying all and any who dared to come near him without some news of my completion. The babies moved, I could feel them responding to the contractions, seeking their own freedom from my body.

I breathed deep as another contraction crested and released. They were virtually on top of each other now. The nurse at my knees smiled. "It is almost time, just a few more contractions and you will be ready to bring these young into the world." I smiled. From relief, from hope, I wasn't sure. But I was happy and my heart swelled.

Two more contractions crested and blended into one another. "Its time. Bear down as hard as you can as you exhale." The excitement within the room was thick.

I felt a gush, and liquid warmth ran from any body as the pressure relieved itself for a moment, and a gentle cry could be heard. I laughed and I cried as the first came into the world that would love it completely and without question. "Its a girl!" The nurse exclaimed as she tied off and cut the umbilical cord. The pressure already beginning to build again. My daughter was carried off to be cared for as I continued in my mission. "A boy!" She exclaimed next. The tears still continuing to fall down my cheeks. My heart was bursting with wonder and love.

It was five minutes before the next one decided to present itself, "Another boy!" Then Zane burst into the room. He was pale. And strong and handsome as he took over for my mother who went to look upon her first grandchildren. A moment later, the final baby entered the world. Screaming and whaling for all the world to know. "Another girl!" The nurse finished as she handed my daughter to waiting arms and began the process of patching me back up.

I felt wonderful, amazed. So much life had come from me. I had not believed this type of love could exist until this moment.

As my children were cleaned up, they were brought to me to hold. They were tiny, smaller than the average human infants. Their bodies covered in soft, white downy hair. They were feline, like we were now, with beautiful thin tails that curled gently around one of their ankles as they shifted back and forth in the arms of my family. They smelled heavenly, like perfection. I would love them with all that was within me. They were my future. They were my life.

© 2014, Aelfwynn MacGregor, AMB