Breathing Pal Novels & Stories

“Your breathing doesn’t sound so good.” . TBC

Just groaned low and deep, body jerking as he fought for air. What should I do? I grabbed his big hand and started rubbing it firmly, trying to ground him. With my other hand, I quickly unbuttoned the top of his shirt so he could breathe better, then pressed my palms against his chest and rubbed slow, soothing circles over his heart and back. “Come on,” I whispered desperately. “Breathe. Please just breathe.” It took a few terrifying seconds, but something shifted. His breathing started to even out, even if it was still rough. His body relaxed just a little.

“Even as your Luna, am I just paying you back by having sex with you and bearing your kids? I will always owe you everything, and what about-” He stops me from my spiral by simply putting his hand on mine. His steady warmth forces me to freeze, and my eyes meet his. He keeps my gaze as he says, “Breathe, Raina.” I follow him in the breathing pattern he shows me. Inhale for four, hold for seven, exhale for eight. Repeat. And again. And again.

><><><><>~♥♥~<><><><>< "Breathe. Breathe. Breathe, Amaury. Why the heck aren't you breathing?!... Hold on... you're breathing, you're just not getting this right!". He scolded himself. His problems had been resurfacing lately and they were really getting to him.

The sides of his ribs. The dimples at his lower back. The tender inside of his thigh, where the welts don’t reach. He’s breathing differently within five minutes. Not the hard, knife-edge breathing of the bench. The slow tidal breathing of a body that knows what’s coming and has decided to be patient. I don’t get this breathing from him often. "Can you roll over?" He gives me a scowl that says Of course I can. He winces as he does it and I pretend not to notice.

Breathing. Safe.

I felt like my chest was getting tight, my breathing was becoming erratic as I felt like I could pass out suddenly when my door opened, hands pulling me up out of the car, steadying me next to it as his voice began breaking through the muffled barrier that seemed to have been up. "..lax, just relax, try to breath Liv, count with me okay. 1... 2.... 3.... 4.... 5.... Breath in, 1... 2... 3.... 4.... 5.... breath out. That's it Liv, there you go."

He could absolutely let his guard down when it came to her. Della could now feel and make up when the twins were moving. With all their hiccups and yawning. Her breathing had become labored. It worried her at first until Dr. Manisha said yes they were already practicing their breathing by pushing up against her lungs with their hiccups. The sensations felt like butterflies and somewhat ticklish at times.

Breathing all intense. Lord, not this.

The images cling to the corners of my vision refusing to fade. The air feels thick, pressing down on me, choking me as if it wasn’t quite real, hands trembling uncontrollably. “Breathe Tish, inhale, hold exhale.” I hear Kim’s gentle voice guiding me. My breaths come shallow, jagged at first, like I am learning to breathe again slowly. I loosen my grip on the mattress, willing my pulse to slow down. Eyes closed, I breathe in the faint scent of rain filtering through the small cracked window, mixing with the stale air of the room. “Breathe in and out.”