Alessia:
The pain was no longer something I could measure.
It consumed everything, my thoughts, my breath, my sense of time. My body felt split open, stretched beyond anything I thought possible, like it was being asked to give more than it had left.
I screamed.
I didn’t care who heard me.
I didn’t care about dignity or pride or being strong.
I just wanted it to stop.
“You are going to need to breathe, Alessia.” One of the nurses said, looking at me. She tried to put something in my mouth, I assume to bite, but I almost bit her, letting out a low growl before I could stop myself.
“You are going to…”
“Where is Alexander?” I asked, glaring at her as another contraction hit. I cried out, putting a hand on my stomach.
“Alessia, he can’t be in the labor room…”
“You stop me from ente
