Delicate C Section Scar Tattoo Novels & Stories

"I can give her a painkiller injection, but it can only reduce the pain temporarily. People who are sensitive will still feel pain halfway through their delivery. The injection can only reduce some symptoms, but it won't completely remove the pain. Moreover, there will be some side effects and they might have hip pains in the future. If she doesn't want to feel any pain during the delivery, she can just have a c-section." "Then let's do it." William really didn't want to hear Valeria cry out in pain because it felt like his heart was being shot. "Then we'll give her the injection. Madam, a c-section will leave a very light scar on the stomach and it may even be removed completely. Just a gen

I paced around the room, trying to get myself and my thoughts together. "What would I do now? What am I supposed to do? What was I going to tell my dad or mom? This is fucked up!" I murmured, running my fingers through my hair. I went back to the mirror to get a good look at the mark. The mark was beautifully tattooed on my neck. It was a picture of a half-crescent moon and a large black wolf staring at it; its mouth opened as if it was howling at it. It was beautiful, and it complimented my skin. I knew the mate-bound was already strengthened. There was nothing that could break it anymore.

Chapter 58 Darius POV Rylan went quiet again. I could hear him thinking. Rylan was the most logical person I knew‚ and I could practically hear the gears turning as he tried to find the rational explanation. "There's no needle scars‚" he said finally. "I checked when she was getting out of the car yesterday. Her arms are clean. Celeste had extraction scars on both arms." "Scars can be removed." "She has a mole on her left collarbone. Celeste didn't."

But it’s enough. I reach out to grab a spool of black thread, my eyes falling on the exposed skin beneath the tape. My hand stops dead in mid-air. It’s a scar. But it isn't an injury from the pool, and it isn't a surgical mark. It is a brand. The scarred, raised flesh is shaped into a perfectly distinct, moon shaped crestent with three jagged, interlocking peaks that look like a mountain range, surrounded by a thick, circular border. It looks like it was burned into her skin with hot iron.

I can imagine him feeling that way though, because I feel the exact same thing when he bring Dorian to bed, even when he changes his diaper. My c-section scar isn't as bad as I thought it would be, I alwats figured it would be a big scar, seeing as there is a big baby coming out of it. Despite Dorian being a big baby, the scar was rather small. I had to rub an ointment on it every morning when I wake up and every evening before I go to bed. The first few days it really helped to succumb the pain, now it mostly softens the small ache.

I thought, my plan last night was under the collarbone, but when I remembered your tattoo on the woman in Tagaytay, I really liked it. "Hm .. just like you." I said. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Outer shoulder?" I nodded. "Does that hurt?" "No. It hurts more in the neck." I was left behind. Maybe I'm just there in the design studio buying, I can't think of anything yet e. I just want to. And I will not cover my scar. "Where else is it that doesn't hurt?" "Fingers, arms, lips, thigh .. they say." My eyes narrowed. "They said?"

The sports bra underneath was nothing special, but the way Rev looked at her made her feel beautiful. “Lie down on your side,” Rev said, her voice rougher now. Cosima did. The leather was cool against her skin. Rev adjusted the chair, then stood over her, studying. “I’m going to touch you,” Rev said. “To mark where the tattoo goes. That okay?” “Yes.” Rev’s fingers traced along Cosima’s ribs, just below her bra. Goosebumps erupted across Cosima’s skin. “Here,” Rev murmured. “Small. Delicate. Like you.”

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

She started to tremble while her hands went to her face and then she began to cry again. “I expose my body and that's the only thing you look at?” She exclaimed through tears “Look here!” she said pointing to her belly with a finger “I want you to focus on this! Not in the fucking name!” Looking where she was pointing at, I saw a scar that I hadn't noticed before. Running horizontally across her belly, the pale scar was barely noticeable. “It's the mark of a C-section, right? I already knew you had a son.” “Yes.” She nodded drying her tears “Ask me what his name was.”

He stroked that section again, looking up at her. "Is this our son's mark?" His voice was low. As soon as she opened her eyes, she peered down to see what he was saying. Her stretchmarks, which developed after she gave birth to Gazer, are what Sean's fingertips are touching. It's not very obvious if you don't look closely.