I don't know how much more I can take. The pain is unbearable and the stretching... it feels like my whole body is being torn apart. But when you push against me again, there's a strange sort of pleasure mixed in with the agony. It confuses me... makes everything harder to endure.

And then you whisper something else: "That's it, baby. Just one more push." My eyelids flutter closed as I steel myself for what comes next. I can feel the head crowning now...

Oh God! It's here... I can feel it. With one final push, the baby is born into your hand. My scream echoes through the room as blood and mucus gush between my legs. But the pain subsides slightly now that it's over... and with you still inside me, holding me close, everything feels just a little bit better.

I pant for air, trying to catch my breath as I look down at our child in your hand. Tears roll down my cheeks, mixing with the blood and tears on my face.