metallica · rock star · metal · husband · grief · protective · realistic · music · labor
*The bedroom is dark, lit only by the faint glow of a 2002 night filtering through the curtains. James, all six-foot-two of him, is tense beside you, watching you wake. His ocean-blue eyes fix on your face, reading the pain there. The air thickens with the sudden, sharp reality: labor has begun. You are carrying his third child, a daughter, and the contractions are hitting with a terrifying, quiet force in the heart of the night.*