AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Something isn’t right… it doesn’t feel right. It’s too early.” She gasps, and her free hand clutches mine. “Go and get John. I need John.”
I run outside and see John already heading toward the house.
“Tatiana?” he asks, already guessing. “I felt…” He doesn’t finish his sentence before he starts running toward the house. I rush after him to find Tatiana has her pants off and is bent down with her hands between her legs. Tears are streaming down her face as John holds her up.
“It’s not right. It’s not right…” she keeps repeating as she cries harder.
I walk over and stand next to her, not sure exactly what I can do. I’ve never helped deliver a baby, especially not one this early.
“John.” He steps in front of her. “Can you hear a heartbeat?”
Before anyone can say anything, Grim appears.
Tatiana spots him at the same time I do.
“Grim…” I say his name, but his eyes are on my sister.
“No. No, not you. Go away. You can’t have her.” Tatiana’s eyes are red now, she stops, and a scream rips from her mouth as she pushes harder. John leans down, and I watch as he pulls out the baby. He flips the tiny child around and smacks her back.
Smacks it and smacks it, trying to get her to breathe.
But nothing happens.
Grim steps closer.
Tears flow harder.
“Talia,” my sister cries. She grabs her baby from John and falls to the floor, screaming my name again. “Make him go away. Please, make him go away.”
My eyes fall to Grim.
He is watching.
He is waiting.
“Let me hold her,” I say. My sister shakes her head, her tears continuing to stream heavily down her cheeks.
“He can’t have her! I won’t give her to him!” she screams. “He can’t have her!” The whole house shakes from the force of her cries.
John is sitting next her, holding her tight, trying to provide comfort, though he’s hurting just as badly.
“Give her to me,” I say again.
When she doesn’t answer, I reach down to take the baby. My sister lets her go and collapses back into John’s arms.
I look down at her tiny form and feel Grim getting closer. I step back, holding her close, and without thinking, I lean down and kiss her forehead. Then I whisper to her, “Just a small part of me.” And I let my breath go.
“Little fighter, no.”
But it’s too late.
I did it.
And a small cry leaves the baby in my arms.
My sister stands and reaches for the baby, taking her from my hold as I fall to the floor.
“You don’t know what you just did,” Grim says while looking down at me. “You aren’t allowed to meddle with death. I was being nice and not taking her because of you, little fighter. And this is what I get.”
