Go Ahead Mami Breathe Again Novels & Stories

><><><><>~♥♥~<><><><>< "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.

I demand in a soft tone. Her eyes focus on my face, and she blinks rapidly to come back to the here and now. Her eyes roam over my face before she sucks in a deep breath as if she hadn’t been breathing till I brought her back out of whatever headspace she had been in. “Breathe, baby. Breathe and calm down. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” I breathe out. “Blake,” she whispers in a broken voice. I pull her into my arms and hold her tight. She fists my shirt in her hands and leans her forehead against my chest.

“And what makes you think everything turns out for the worse?” “The pirates.” “But nothing bad had transpired yet and the pirates have been gone for so long. What makes you think they’re coming back?” Mother strangles for air as her tears travel down to her cheeks. I sit uneasily in front of my mother but Habi Superior tells to keep my calm so mother could go back to the present. She tries to pat my mother’s hair to calm her down. She softly tells, “When I breathe in, you breathe as softly and gently as you can. And when I breathe out, gradually release the air filling your lungs.”

I roared, gripping his jaw with a vice-like hold. He hissed in pain, nodding his head vigorously, his eyes wide with terror. My hands were shaking, my pulse racing with a furious energy. I released his jaw, and he backed away from me, panting heavily. “Baby,” Mom’s soothing voice broke through my rage. “Mom, I want her. NOW,” I said, taking heavy, ragged breaths, trying to calm myself. “Hey, it’s okay. Breathe. Deep and slow breaths,” she said softly, her gentle hands rubbing my back in a calming rhythm.

“Everything is fine.” I didn’t even realize I wasn’t breathing until he pointed it out. “Lisa, baby,” he murmurs, his tone filled with gentle reassurance. “You need to stay with me. Just listen to my voice, okay? Breathe. Breathe for me.” He takes a deep breath, demonstrating for me, and I find myself mirroring his movements. Slowly but surely, my breathing steadies. The tightness in my chest loosens, and I can finally inhale deeply on my own.

He lowered me onto the couch gently, as though I were porcelain already cracked. “Lean back,” he murmured softly. “Elena, breathe.” Breathe. What a useless word. What a cruel request. How does a mother breathe when her babies are missing? My lips trembled as I struggled to steady my breaths. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t force the air into my lungs without feeling like it was slicing me apart. “I, I can’t do this,” I whispered, shaking my head, trembling from the inside out. “I can’t… I can’t just sit here. I can’t just wait. Elijah, Darian, I can’t, ”

“If this keeps up, we’ll never even get to breathe.” Conan turns back to me, his smile softened now, his eyes tender. “One step at a time,” he says, crossing the room to sit beside me. He takes my hands, pulling them gently away from my face. “You don’t have to fix everything tonight. You don’t have to prove anything. You’ve already proven enough. Just breathe, Maya. Breathe with me.” So I do. I match his rhythm, his steady inhale, his controlled exhale. The room seems to shrink until it’s just us, our breaths weaving together, the world outside fading.

Mama’s gaze shifts to me and I force a shaky smile turning around and breathing heaving. “You sound breathless,” he muses. “Were you expecting someone else?”

He reached up, brushing the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. “Breathe with me,” he said, taking a deep breath. “In and out, just like that. In and out.” I tried to copy him, inhaling slowly. Then exhaling. It hurt but I forced myself to keep going and focus on him as well as the sound of his voice. Slowly, I began to breathe easier. The panic began to fade away. I felt my heartbeat start to slow. “There you go,” Matteo smiled, his hand still resting on my shoulder. “Keep breathing just like that. You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.”

'Good,' the voice whispers encouragingly, 'good, keep calm and keep breathing, let your power do the rest. 'Okay,' I smile, truly feeling hopeful, 'rubbing my stomach, "it's okay, my angel, I've got you, everything will be okay, we will get out of here, I will meet you and we will have a wonderful life. You, me, your father. Nothing will stop us now, now we have you, now there is hope again."