Novel & Cerita Go Ahead Mami Breathe Again

"You won't. The touch of a child that has grown 9 months in your womb...can never be forgotten Amara....a mother never forgets her children" "What if I forget to walk?" "I will hold you till you learn to stand again" "What if I forget to eat?" "I will feed you" "If I forget to talk?" "I will help you spell each letter again." She looks at me in defeat,I was too stubborn. "And...what if I forget to breathe?" I places my finger on her lips. Making her eyes to widen. Not happy with her last question. "If you forget to breathe Amara....I will kiss these lips till you remember how this feels....I will kiss you to teach you how to breathe with me...till I have given you all the breaths left in me

“Mama!” A small, excited giggle filled the speaker, followed by a sleepy but eager voice. Ariel’s chest clenched. Gosh, she missed that sound. “Max, sweetheart, are you eating well?” Her voice was soft, laced with longing. “Mama, I miss you,” Max’s small voice came through, making her stomach twist painfully. “I miss you more, baby. Be good for Aunty Anya, okay?” She blinked back the sting in her eyes, forcing herself to stay strong.

“Breathe, baby. Come on. Look at me. Focus on me. Just breathe with me. Inhale slowly. Good. Now exhale. That’s it. Three more times.” After three long breaths, she started to speak, but he put his thumbs over her mouth. “Huh-uh. We’ll talk when I know you ain’t gonna pass out. Just look in my eyes and breathe with me. That’s all you need to do right now.” Domini let him calm her. It took a while. He murmured, “Better?” She nodded. Inhaled once more. “What about Anton? How am I supposed to tell him his mother…is never coming back?”

Each intake of air was distinct and exaggerated to help Aryana focus. "Hey, mio tesoro," I murmured, getting Aryana's attention again. "I need you to do me a favor. Can you follow my breathing, okay?" I asked with my tone low and soothing to Aryana's ears, like a lullaby. "You're doing so well, il mio bel tesoro. I'm here. It is okay."

“Just keep breathing, baby, okay? Just stay with us.” Focusing, I sent every single part of me into my healing. “You’re going to be okay, I promise, Andy. Do you hear me? “Mommy’s here.”

Finally, I took a deep breath and smiled a little bit. "I am feeling okay now, baby. Don't worry about Mommy, okay? I love you so much, my little angel." . C.M. LOUDEN

Amber comes in with water bottles and she sits them all next to me as I stoop down in front of Kyla as she breathes heavily, in and out, and I grab her hands, as she looks into my eyes. "Good luck, Kyla." Amber says, walking out and shutting the door. "You ready, Kyla?" 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, Kyla stops pushing and tries to catch her breath. "Breathe baby, in and out like we practiced." I say, guiding her breathing.

You’re hot, ain’t you? She nods, gasping, shuddering, writhing, and moaning. And although I can smell that she wants to go. She nervously declines, stuttering. “Y.. yeah I’m h.. hot bu.. t we have tttime to.. night fo.. r all t.. hat.” 'Are you okay, Mami?' She shyly mindlinks me, ′I’m still a little.. sore from early.′ Oh shit, real talk? ′That was just the head, Babe.′ She pouts then sighs, looking dreadful. ′I know...′ Damn, I knew she wasn’t ready to handle me yet. I gently lay my forehead on hers, rocking her side to side, to cheer her up. 'It's alright, Mami. There's no rush, okay?' She nods, hugs my neck, and whispers. "Okay, Papi."

But the pain is still there, pulsing through my body. My mother instructs me to breathe deeply and count to ten, over and over again. "Inhale," she says, her voice soft but commanding. "Exhale." I follow her instructions, my body starting to relax ever so slightly. The pain becomes a little more bearable, and I feel a sense of calm beginning to wash over me. "You're doing great," my mother says, her smile warm and reassuring. I feel a rush of gratitude for her, for her strength and her presence.

I calmed my mother's racing heart, slowed her rapid breathing. “Mom, I'm here,” I said. “Breathe with me. In, one, two, three, four. Hold four. One, two, three, four. Out for four. One, two, three, four.” I repeated the pattern several times, until Mom matched me breath for breath. Her eyes finally focused on my face. “The baby,” she whispered, tears trailing over her cheeks. “They took the baby. I couldn't stop them. They took your baby!”