Friday, September 4, 2009
She looked at the ceiling and closed her eyes. It was the only comfort she sought.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
She grabbed the bedspread harder and tugged it. She had to stop it, but how?
She couldn’t. Not yet. It wasn’t time.
She would know when it was time.
But the pain…the agonizing pain...
She then saw his handsome sweaty face. He held her hand.
She let him.
He leaned to kiss her.
She turned her face away.
She didn’t know what to think.
Pain tortured her body. But his face brought back memories.
Sweet memories; didn’t alleviate her from suffering.
She had to be strong. No matter what.
He had given her this pain. Of the sweet agony with him that made her suffer.
Why now? She wondered.
He held her hand tighter.
Sweat beads shone over her forehead glistening in the light.
She bit her lip and turned to face him again. He was smiling. The same smile that made her fall in love with him all again.
Her body contorted with every ache. Numbness set in.
She had enough. It was time.
She let go with all the force she could muster. Her lip bled.
And then it was all over.
A sound she was longing for filled the room. It was melodious as ever. She could feel her body again.
“Here you go Mrs. Smith, It’s a boy!” said the doctor.
She held her baby in her arms and cried. She was a mother now. And nothing- not even the excruciating pain- mattered now. It was all worth it.
She looked lovingly at her bundle of joy. Her own blood, flesh and bone. Their eyes met.
He smiled. Just like his father did.
(PS: My first time in such a mode of writing. Need honest advice/suggestions/brickbats/rotten andaa-tamatar in comments section please :D )