Legacy

The midwife's voice was really starting to annoy the hell out of me. She kept telling me to push, but only if she knew the pain and discomfort that I was in. My lower back felt like it was being hit over and over by a baseball bat.

“Oh, you’re doing so good honey. One more big push!” The midwife said calmly.

I felt out of breath and my body was covered in sweat. Zayn was right next to me and from how I was squeezing his hand, I knew that the doctor would have to take a look at it after everything.

I was crushing his bones but he only muttered words of encouragement.

The birth was truly a magical and surreal experience, but it was so exhausting and filled with pain that I was starting to forget the magical part.

“Oh, nice. Your baby’s crowning, dear,” The midwife continued. “It means I can see your baby’s head,” She clarified and I let out a small happy laugh.

“Wha–what do you need me to do? Should I keep pushing?” I asked in between my heavy breathing.

“No, dear. Uh, what