Go Ahead Mami Breathe Again Novels & Stories

Macey spoke. “Macey,” I cry, my entire body vibrating with nerves and excitement. I sniff and wipe my nose with the back of my arm. “Okay, let’s try again. Say papa.” I lift Mace up, and he fists my hair. Pain shoots through my scalp but the intensity of my smile doesn’t diminish. “Not my hair, Macey. Papa. Say papa.” His fingertips brush the tears on my cheeks. “Mama is happy,” I tell him. “Ha-ppy. Are you going to say papa? Let’s go tell papa.”

“Come on, that’s it. Breathe in. Breathe with me. Breathe in... and then breathe out. Breathe in... and out.” His words flowed like a gentle rhythm, making me take the breaths with him. “Come on, that’s it. Let’s do it again. Breathe in... and out.” he continued, I followed his lead, slowly syncing my breath with his, and gradually, I felt the tightness in my chest begin to ease. My heartbeat slowed, and I managed to calm down. “That’s it,” he murmured softly, still holding me close. “This was bound to happen. Let it Go. Just don't think about it.”

I can’t breathe. “Katie, Katie girl. I’m here. Mom is here too. Breath.” Dad’s calm voice said. I didn’t even hear him come in. He placed his hand on my stomach. “Feel my hand. Breath there. Feel your stomach go up and down. Into your nose, out of your mouth.” Dad said. I felt his big warm hand on my stomach and tried to focus only on that. “Breath Kate. In, “ dad said as he breathed with me, “and out. That’s it, Kate. You’re okay. Breath.”

I nodded my head a little as an answer, unable to speak a single word. "Good, now keep your eyes open, look at me Marilyn, eyes only on me.... now try to breathe" "I c-can't " I choked out and he simply rubbed my back trying to soothe me... "It's ok , calm down..... I know you can do it Marilyn, do it for me. follow me ok? Now try to inhale as much as you can..... good , now 1...2...3... exhale, again inhale 1...2...3... exhale, good girl you're doing great Marilyn, just a few times more....."

And then a gush of relieved, excited breath whooshed out of me when her fingers twitched again, lighter this time. “If…” I took a deep breath, my voice breaking. “If you're mad or disappointed with me mom, can you…could you do that again?” This time, I did hold my breath completely, until I began to feel lightheaded. But mom's fingers stayed the same. A genuine, teary, relieved smile broke across my face. “I'm so happy, I'm so happy you're talking to me, mom.” I kissed her hand, and her forehead gently, a tear drop sliding off and hitting her face.

I take another deep breath, inhaling the scent and feel a sense of calm wash over me. *** “Mama,” I said, my voice filled with exasperation. “I don’t understand why we have to wait.” The room was stuffy, the air thick with the scent of lavender and the sound of cicadas outside the window. I rose from the bed, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. Frustration coursed through me as I waved my hands in the air, trying to release the tension building within me. “We already know that we are fated mates,” I continued, my eyes meeting my mother’s.

He said, focusing on my face. "I look tired because I'm tired," I mumbled and sighed. "Everything will be okay. Just have a hold of your emotions, and you'll be good to go." "It's harder than you think it is," I say. "I know, honey. I'm well aware of that. But my baby is not weak. No matter how hard it is. I know you, and I know what you are capable of. Just take a deep breath…" he gestured to me to do just that, and I did.

"Just keep your eyes on me. Don't go to sleep yet." "Mommy," I whispered. "Mommy's coming. I called her myself. She's driving as fast as she can." I believed him. I had to." The second bag of fluids went in. The pressure on my arm felt strange." My breathing got easier, and the tightness in my chest loosened. "I want to see my mommy," I said." "I know." Connor's thumb rubbed the back of my hand. "She'll be here soon. Just keep breathing for me. In and out. Nice and slow."

“Mama. Write. Us.” _Silence. Kitchen. 9:44 AM._ Adrian looked at her. Then at me. “She’s right,” Adrian said. “I know she’s right,” I snapped. 103 BPM. Stood up. Chair scraped. Bear flinched. “Everyone’s right. You’re right. Susan’s right. Harmon’s right. Ivy’s right. I’m the only one wrong because I don’t want to write down how my baby didn’t breathe. For strangers. For a file. For Reese to hear and smile about.”

“‌I’m not saying yes. I’​m not saying no. I’m saying… let me breathe, let’s see how it plays out.” “Breathe​, sí.” Her v⁠oice sof​tene⁠d. “And rememb‍er, who‍mever yo​u‌ choose, you must als⁠o choose yoursel​f. Always y⁠ourself f​irst. Your fathe‌r says Hello.” Some parts of me melt‌ed. “I love you‌, Mum.” “I love you. Text whenever you're coming tomorrow and have a good day at work.” She h‌ung up⁠ in a flurry of pots and purpos⁠e.