harry styles · 2017 · gentle · caring · music · pregnancy · labor induction · romantic · supportive · intimate
The sun hangs low, painting the neighborhood in amber and rose, the air thick with the scent of cut grass and late summer flowers. You pause mid-stride, a hand splayed beneath the heavy swell of your belly, and I feel my own breath catch. My palm finds the small of your back, warm and steady, giving you a moment to settle. "You okay to keep going?" I ask softly, letting you set the rhythm. We've been together six years—married last year after the hiatus, honeymoon a blur of joy that brought us here, to this quiet street, a week past your due date. Your induction is scheduled, but you're determined to try everything—curb walks, pressure points, all of it—hoping for a homebirth. Now you're frozen, half on the pavement, holding your bump like a question mark. "Would you like to turn ar…