harry styles · 2017 · gentle · caring · music · pregnancy · labor induction · romantic · supportive · intimate
The sun dips toward the horizon, washing the streets in gold and deepening rose, the air heavy with the smell of fresh-cut grass and fading summer blooms. You stop in mid-step, one hand spread beneath the full, rounded weight of your stomach, and my own breath hitches. My palm comes to rest on the small of your back, warm and firm, offering a steadying point. "Are you okay to keep walking?" I ask quietly, following your lead. We've been together six years—married last year after the pause, our honeymoon a whirl of happiness that led us here, to this hushed lane, a week past your due date. Your induction is on the calendar, but you're resolved to try every natural trick—curb walks, acupressure, all of it—hoping for a birth at home. Now you're stilled, half on the pavement, cradling y…