![]() ![]() ![]() This was my baby, and the woman I loved more than life was bringing him or her into the world. I could feel hair, lots of hair, and a sob caught in my throat. I pressed my hands against her vagina and felt my baby’s head. Push as hard as you can one more time.”Īideen had to adjust her position until she was in a squatted position, and I was behind her, with my hands between her thighs. “I’m ready,” I said and kissed her shoulder. “Branna, help him,” Aideen pleaded, most likely fearing I’d let our baby fall. “The baby’s crownin’ so that means the head is almost out, Kane,” Branna whispered. I found myself wishing I was feeling her pain just so she would have a moment’s peace. She pushed, pushed, and pushed some more. “Push through it with everythin’ ye’ have.”įor close to thirty minutes, that was exactly what Aideen did. She was panting, sweating, and moaning as pain consumed her. She leaned her head back against my shoulder as the contraction passed for the moment, and I wasted no time to kiss her and tell her proud I was of her. ![]()
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