She had his hand crushed tightly in a death grip, like the hold of a python strangling its helpless prey. And although he possessed a high pain tolerance, he found that this may be the day he would be pushed to his limits. Evey’s flushed cheeks conveyed signs of tears, some of which she was still crying. Every once in a while, V gently wiped them away with a hanker chief. With the hand that wasn’t practically breaking every bone in her lover’s own; she tightly gripped the white sheets with every wracking pain that came and went. This had been going on since one in the morning, why wasn’t it over with yet!?
V himself was wondering the exact same thing. The torturing sounds of his wife’s screams every time a particularly rough contraction struck reminded him of… Things he decided wouldn’t be best to reminisce on at this time. It had all started happening at exactly one in the morning, when the contractions simply felt like what