*Tim*
“It’s gonna be okay darling.. I am right here”. I take Amelie’s hand in mine.. trying to stay calm in the hurricane happening around me.
“She is .. our petite fleur.. they need to help her”. She is crying softly, clutching my hand.
I kiss her hand softly. “They are.. she is just a bit.. stressed darling.. getting born is hard work.. it will be okay”.
And I am praying to god it will.. I have been looking forward to this for so long.. the idea of losing our little girl just as we are about to meet her.. not the thought is to horrific.
“Just.. keep talking to me Tim.. something to take my mind of things”. She say softly, as the doctors get ready.. her spinal sedation finally kicking in.
And not knowing what else to say, I softly whisper french poetry in her ear.. her favori
