SIENNA
Have babies, they said. It’s going to be fun, they said.
“They” were men, right? And if I could get my hands on them, I would so crush their little pathetic skulls with all my anger and fury right now!
Labour hurt like hell! And no one told me it was going to be hours. As in many of them.
I was on my fifteenth. And I wanted blood.
Not mine, of course. But anyone else would do.
“You are holding my hand wrong,” I told Hunter and he looked at me with sheepish eyes, not knowing what to do and how to fix it.
“I am… sorry,” he said hesitantly, and I rolled my eyes as another surge of pain started.
I squeezed his hand and noticed how the expression on his face changed to a painful one.
“Oh, man up, Hunter! You are not the one in labour here!” I scolded him, applying more pressure,
