My home

Eleonor is screaming at the top of her lungs, gripping the sheet tightly, throwing her head back. Sweat drips down her temples and wets her hair, which has returned to its natural color. Her golden strands are spread across the pillow, clinging to her face and body.

The contractions started a few minutes ago and are getting stronger. She feels her belly twist, a pain that makes howls escape from deep in her throat, as if they were coming straight out of her soul.

“That's it… keep pushing…” The nurse says, wiping Eleonor's sweaty forehead, who nods and pushes even harder.

Her eyes' water… The pain is intense! She feels as if she's going to be turned inside out.

But still, Eleonor keeps pushing… until she runs out of strength.

Her spread legs tremble. No, her whole-body trembles.

“You need to keep pushing, dear…”

Eleonor cries, allowing sobs to escape through her lips. All she wants the most is to see Giovanni… She wants him there.

“I can’t...”

“Yes dear... You can do it; you ne