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TWENTY-FIVE
25: je te laisserai des mots.
Regina screamed.
Her eyes were watery. Red and the little mascara she had put on before she left for the hospital smeared around her eyes. Veins protruded through her forehead and if you asked her, it felt like she had forks bashing into her temples—
—and merely holding Denver’s hands could only do so little. She looked into his reaffirming eyes and it showed, deep down he too was scared.
“You have to push harder” The doctor’s voice shriveled without any understanding of what she might have been going through. Yet, Regina was somewhat gentle with the push, thinking not to yeet the baby across from the room.
Tyler’s birth was nothing like this. And she knew even before that this was not a normal baby. Especially after carrying it for ten months through pain and an unimaginable amount of braxto
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