8 MONTHS LATER
EMMA
I sat on the bed in the nursing mother’s room watching the new father cradle his new baby protectively against his chest.
She had come earlier than we expected, and I could clearly remember now how feral my mate was almost going when I was in labor last night. He yelled at the nurses, telling them they weren’t doing their jobs properly that was why I was in so much pain.
Mint and my dad had to pull him away, but he came back when the delivery had started and held my hand firmly in his through out the process. I saw the pain in his eyes, the frustration, the misery, and at some point, he wished so bad he could take it all from me.
I didn’t know it would hurt so much even though I had been preparing my mind for it all those months, but as my new friend, Liz woul
