Chapter 50

Asher's eyes opened to their limits. He looked like he was asking for permission to dip his hands into my core.

This time it wasn't for pleasure, it was for my own survival.

"But I am not the child's father" he blurted out while his hands slowly inserted into me. I held my breath. I didn't want to say anything.

"Do it. She will explain later"

Mary said to him. She took a hold of his hand and dragged it inward.

I felt Asher's fist inside of me and soon, he opened up to welcome something.

Something tore through me and reached for his hand.

The tear caused me to bleed. Blood and sweat rolled out of my body seamlessly.

More tears threatened to fall off my eyelids but I held them in.

"He's almost done. Hang in there"

It was easy to say. She was not the one who had a child poke his hands out of her womb to touch his father.

Some minutes later, Asher pulled his hand out of me. It was dripping with my blood and fluid on it.

Mary with less hair asked her sister for a towel and wiped me clean