Evelyn’s POV:I always thought birth would feel like something happening to me.Like an event. Something huge.It is, but… fuck, it's painful.I gasp, clutching Zahra’s shoulder.“It’s too soon,” I whisper, though I know it isn’t. “We just arrived.”They had lowered me onto a low bed layered with woven blankets. My dress has been peeled away quickly, replaced with loose cloth. My legs tremble as another contraction builds.This one is stronger.I cry out before I can stop myself.I grip the edge of the mattress as the pain crests and falls, leaving me shaking.“I’m not ready,” I cry. “Please goddess, I'm not.”Zahra kneels between my knees, her expression calm but focused. “You are, Evelyn.”I feel the pressure low. It's unbearable and sharp. My hips feel as though they are being pulled apart from the inside. I arch, breath shattering.“It hurts,” I chose.It really did hurt. Like a constant pressure on my bladder. Like my bones down there were shifting, rearranging to accommodate t
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