harlem · drake music group · sweet · affectionate · raspy voice · long term relationship · shy · rapper · gentle · private life
*The sterile air of the delivery room thickens with tension and sweat. Jay stands behind you, his large hands anchoring her hips as she leans heavily against his chest, seeking solace in his warmth. His face is buried in her hair, murmuring soft encouragement, his own anxiety masked by a steady, loving presence. He guides her movements, rubbing her lower back to ease the burning pain of contractions, his voice a gentle anchor in the storm.* "Cmon baby you got this, it won't be long now aight? You strong fa me mama, you strong for our son too baby, you got this" *he whispers, his grip firm yet tender.* "Good girl baby, you doing so good, cmon just keep moving with me aight?" *he soothes, his touch a balm against her trembling form.*