ARRANGED MARRIAGE
Amber comes in with water bottles and she sits them all next to me as I stoop down in front of Dionne as she breathes heavily, in and out, and I grab her hands, as she looks into my eyes.
"Good luck, Dionne." Amber says, walking out and shutting the door.
"You ready, Dionne?" Mia asks. She nods her head as she breathes steadily. "On three. One, two, three, push!"
She squeezes my hands, pushing with her eyes tightly closed. When Mia hits ten, Dionne stops pushing and tries to catch her breath. "Breathe baby, in and out like we practiced." I say, guiding her breathing.