Twenty-three

ARABELLA.

“Push!” The doctor slapped my thigh to induce the baby or me. I did not care, I was too much in pain to give a fuck about what anyone was doing. No one told me labor was freaking hard especially when you have three babies coming out of you. My forehead was soaked with my sweat and my eyes swelled with tears. I felt my pussy expand again, the head of the baby coming forth.

“I can see it, push!” I got yelled out again. Perhaps they weren't yelling but the pain mixed with anger that I felt wouldn't let me know the difference.

I groaned and pushed again.

Did I have to do this? I was exhausted because I had already pushed out two kids. The last one was proving stubborn. Goodness, she had to have taken my stubbornness. I cried, thrashed, and puffed before I was able to get the baby out of me. Her cry filled the room while I fell to the bed wearily.

“You did well. You did well.” The doctor praised me. Well, it turned out they were not witches and wizards but people who genu