“I can see a corner! Push again!” His tone is a mixture of excitement and anger. It has been a long road for the both of us. The long nights I thought I was, but wasn’t. The fear of not getting it right; of not being accepted. Through it all, he was there. We were finally ready.
“I can’t. I’m tired.” I pant with stolen breaths. I don’t have the strength. I’m borrowing his and that is only taking me so far. “I wish I could, but I’m done.” I steal another painful breath. ” After this one, no more.”
“You say the same thing every time.” He actually chuckles. He is lucky I am weak or I would smack him. “Come on, push! It’s almost over.”
For me, for him, I do as I’m told. The pain is excruciating. My mind lost in concentration.
“One more babe. One more push and it’s here. ” I felt it. I gave it all I had and out it came. I looked down and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. The pain and misery quickly forgotten as I gazed upon it.
“What will we call this one?” He stares at it in awe.
“My Sister’s Soul,” I reply. I reach out and lovingly stroke the front cover.
“Ready to start on another?” This time I don’t hesitate. I smack him.
My Sister’s Soul. Available in December 2015 at online bookstores.