Her Very Own Cheering Squad
"You can do this Molly!"
"We're so proud of you!"
"You're so amazing Molls!"
She can't hear them. Well, she can, but at this point, she could barely distinguish between their voices and her own. Heck, she probably wouldn't distinguish it if they were barking at her instead of cheering her on.
She knows everyone is rooting for her. She knows she has their full support, but it will be quite hypocritical of her to say that it makes what she's doing easy. Yes, it gives her much-needed encouragement, but at this point, she couldn't pretend that it's now all easy-peasy.
In fact, she's so tempted to snap at them and tell them to take her place, see if they can still keep up their extremely cheerful faces.
Doing what she does and being who she is, it's odd how it's both hard and easy for her to ignore their cheers and shout. Doesn't mean it's both hard and easy to do what she's doing now. It's just hard. So bloody hard.
Soon, a different kind of scream fills the room, and an amazing feeling of accomplishment and relief washes over her.
A different kind of cheer rings in her ear too, a deep, smooth, gentle voice traveling from lips that have just brushed tenderly on her forehead.
"You did it, love. You're amazing. I'm so proud of you."
And that, as well as the singular cry that she's never heard before, energizes her heart and soul so much that she couldn't care less about her exhausted body.
Not when she has her husband by her side and their wailing baby daughter in her arms.
Note: Inspiration came to the author in the form of a popular cheerdance competition in her home country. At the time, she couldn't think of a good situation where they're literally cheering, and so she just went for the vague reinterpretation.
And to those who are also doing the _-a-day challenge, rest assured that if the author could dance at all, she'd be cheerdancing for you.