Situation: The Sixth Month-A Premature Birth-The baby's name is Gabriel

Mary's p.o.v

Premature world

Ill-fated little angel

Life within the womb

Life born way too soon

One early special arrival

Wonderful shiny moon sunbeam

One long-awaited dream come true

Ruthless relentless underdog

Lovable fragile rose petal blossom

Daily spirit of perseverance

Time Period: The Premature labor and Birth

Mary's flashback

"How are you feeling?" concerned, Francis asks while we dance before our friends and family. My pregnancy is the reason for the special occasion."I am fine. Our

dancing hasn't impacted the baby " I assure him. "You need to rest. We can't afford another miscarriage" he stresses. His words reopens an old wound, a very

sensitive subject that I tried to avoid. Tears crawl from underneath the rocky surface. Francis' soothing touch comforts me for a little bit. Suddenly, sharp pains hits my

abdominal area. Francis is kind enough to escort me to my seat. Most people including Francis assume that I am tired of dancing. I must say their assumptions are

false. Silently, I exit the ballroom in order to avoid their suspicion. The contractions hit me with full force once as I lay down on my warm bed. Bloody raindrops trickle

down my thighs and legs. The urge to push is unbearable. Loud horrifying screams escape from my mouth. My cries for help bring much needed and yet unwanted visitors

into the bedchamber. In great agony, I deliver a son whose name is Gabriel. Uncontrollably, my heart bleeds with love for him.