8 Months Later
“Push, Anne, you can do it,” Valentina said, giving me her hand as my baby is about to come into the world.
“I can’t,” I cried through the pain.
“Oh, you can. Look at us, strong women who fear nothing,” Madson said, irritated.
Of the three of us, Madson is always the most nervous.
We’re in my apartment. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time to get to a nearby hospital when my water broke. Valentina and Madson have to deliver my baby, though they’ve already called for an ambulance.
“Oh my God, I can see her, Jesus!” Valentina said, alarmed.
“Get out of the way, Valentina,” Madson pushed her aside.
Madson looked at me sternly.
“If you want to see your daughter here and now, then push, girl. Come on, Anne, bring Chloe into the world to be loved by her aunts,” she sai
