Sara breathed in as she grasped the unclean sheets. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the lame cussion she had as pillow, breathing in and out. The moment she had felt her first contraction a little after dinner time, Sara had laid on her bunk and wept silently, not because she was in pain, not because she was scared, because she had felt a deep despair at the thought of spending the last few hours with her baby. As soon as it would come to the world, she knew it would be snatched from her.

Sara had ignored that fact for the past seven months, the doctors, some inmates, all told her not to be attached to the baby. But Sara couldn't understand how she could do that, she was already so in love with her baby before she stepped into Miami Dade.

And even if she hadn't been, her baby was the only thing that kept her going through the horrors she saw in prison. Whenever she would be frightened to death she would hold onto her stomach and felt the little life inside her and it brought her a peace she didn't knew could exist.

Each time she missed Michael so much that she wanted to sob and never get up, her baby had made a movement, a kick, or just shown it's presence in the form of her growing stomach and her heartache was healed away. Because she knew she had a piece of Michael with her.

Sara avoided acknowledging the fact that her baby would be taken from her, she ignored it. But the moment her labour had started, she felt like someone was ripping a part of her soul. How would she live without her baby? Sara clutched desperately onto her stomach, as if it could keep the baby from leaving the safe walls of her womb.

As the hours passed and the contractions increased in frequency and intensity, her panic and despair had led her to feel a strange kind of peace. She was being selfish in wanting to keep the baby in this dirty, inhuman place. Sara recalled the fear that never left her heart during the past months, the fear that someone will hurt and kill her baby.

Now she realised, she could be at peace, because her baby would be with Michael, it will be safe. Warm, in Michael's loving arms, like she had longed to be all this time. She felt okay, she felt at peace. As long as Michael and her baby were fine, safe and together she would be okay too, because she loved these two more than anything in the world. Sara even smiled, relief washed over her at the thought of her loved ones being safe.

The baby would be okay because god, there was nothing more safe and warm than Michael's arms, and Michael would be fine because there was nothing more reassuring and appeasing than holding onto this tiny being. She knew both the feelings and if they had that, they had everything.

They had waited till she almost passed out on her bunk, as a doctor she knew squating and walking would help the process but her cell mate had complained about her shifting position in her bottom bunk and making the top bunk move too. Brenda wasn't part of gangs, but she was none the less menacing and Sara woved nothing would happen to her baby so close to the end, not because of her.

She laid as still as she could, holding onto her stomach and controlling her breathing. Eventually closing her eyes shut and biting onto her lips when she felt the pain might cause an involuntary whimper to leave her lips.

Early in the morning, an inmate had reported her condition, complaining about her screams when all that Sara did was moan in her pillow to muffle. She was sweating and breathless when the guards took her to the van to get her to the downtown clinic.

The pain was ripping her insides but Sara was at peace, everything would be okay now. She refused the staff's help, no doctor was granted to her, but she refused anyone to touch her.

She was a doctor, much more competent than the clinic staff and she wanted to be at peace while she gave birth. Sara couldn't make the guards disappear, nor could she make the handcuffs linking her to the bed disolve, but she wanted this moment to be a beautiful one, she didn't wanted to be like this but if she could just ignore everything and focus on her baby she would be fine.

She wasn't granted that thought, if Sara was keeping control of her breathing, contractions, pain and pushing, she couldn't handle the pressuring of the guards and staff. No one had the patience to wait, Sara knew she had to take things in rhythm of her body but she wasn't granted that.

The guards kept checking their watches and the medical staff, instead of encouraging, was practically urging and forcing her to push even when her contractions eased away. Sara wanted to cry, she wanted Michael, she wanted him to hold her and kiss her and encourage her, she needed to hold his hand, she needed him to reassure her and she..just needed him.

If she had the strength and the power she would have snapped at each person in the room. Why couldn't they leave her in peace? Hell, this would have been better if they locked her away in the SHU and she gave birth in there, at least she would have been at the peace she was so desperate to have.

She closed her eyes shut wanting her soul to leave her body when she felt their hands on her, the medical staff looked at her like she was a con, a criminal, a murderer that didn't even had the right to be treated as human.

She longed for Michael's blue loving eyes, for someone to at least look at her with affection in this moment, or even compassion, humanity.. Sara pushed with all her might with their pressure and their yelling on her.

''Do you want your baby to die? Just push bitch!'' ''You're doing no efforts you lazy slut.'' ''Even the baby's eager to leave her killer ass!'' ''Why doesn't this son of a whore comes out already?'' ''Do you even know who's the father? Because this kid already has an useless con as a mother!'' ''Push! The kid hates you! It want to leave you!''

Sara wanted to shut their voices, she wanted silence..but she learnt in prison that the silence was underrated, no one was given the luxury of silence as an inmate. Not even while giving life.

After forcing on her body for a while and causing tearing that shouldn't have happened in normal circumstances, Sara finally gasped as she felt the baby leave her body and heard it's cries. She closed her eyes and let out a sob of relief with tears streaming down her eyes.

''Jenny you're right, it's a bastard!'' One guard chuckled announcing the gender and Sara wanted to slap them, her baby had seconds in the world and it was already called profanity.

She instinctively reached out for her baby, not wanting it to be in their hands any longer when the metallic handcuffs stopped her. She looked desperately at the only guard who stood quiet by the door, just sighing impatiently from time to time and raised her wrists. ''Please..''

The guard rolled her eyes as she walked to the bed and began uncuffing Sara. ''You have 30 minutes.'' She announced checking her watch once again, all she probably wanted was to leave for lunch time.

Sara reached for her baby and when it was finally placed into her arms, a sob left her throat and she held him to her heart. ''You're beautiful...oh baby boy..'' she cried taking in the tiny baby's features.

She was handed a bassin of water to clean him and her heart broke when the baby scrunched his eyes and cried at the coldness of the water, she was pretty used now to shower with ice cold water but a newborn needed warmth. She quickly wrapped him in the not-so-clean towel she was given and brought him to her chest to give him body warmth.

Her son had stopped wailing after a couple of minutes of feeling his mother's warm embrace and hearing her familiar voice. The baby had light brown eyes and her nose, all the rest was Michael. Sara had never felt so happy and heartbroken at the same time. She lay kisses to her son's lips, forehead, cheeks, tiny hands, chest..whispered sweets nothings in his ears but time had never ticked so fast.

She was given used clothes to dress him and she wanted to request for a hat or socks, her baby's hands were cold. It was winter for god's sake. But she kept quiet, knowing she would only get into trouble and watched her son like it was the most beautiful thing she's even seen, she tried memorizing his beautiful face not knowing when she'll ever have the chance to see it again and rubbed her fingers on his chest with all her love, just like she used to with Michael.

''It's time.'' The same guard as earlier stated and Sara's heart felt like ripped out of her chest. She hugged her baby close to herself hiding her face in it's tiny neck and pulled back to kiss his forehead.

''I love you..oh my sweet little baby I love you.'' She said in her son's ear never wanting him to forget her and kissed his tiny lips again, then his cheeks one by one as her tears fell on his face.

The guard cleared her throat and Sara embraced the baby a last time whispering she loved him again and then handed her baby away while looking at the other side and closing her eyes. She wouldn't be able to watch them take him from her. She only wanted to remember his angel features, his intense gaze as he stared at her with the tiny frown in his brow, just like Michael..oh god.

''The child will be taken at the prison where it's legal guardian has been called and you will be shifted back there by tonight.'' The guard informed and Sara still kept her eyes closed.

Once all the guards had left after having her handcuffed back Sara couldn't hold it anymore and broke down into heavy sobs.