Short Story: “Son Of Ladi” | Haruna Solomon.

I turned to the youths and they gave way. I pushed my mother aside and entered the hut. Ladi was in tears. The child was in her arms wrapped in a clothe and his face was on her nipple. I rushed towards her to see my son when I suddenly woke to a loud call in my hut, It was my eldest daughter. I was breathing hard and sweating on my bed. The oil lamp by the corner lit a relief in my heart as I sighed.
“What is it, Noro?” I asked.
She kept pointing outside, “Grandma said, no Ladi…,”
“Ladi is bleeding. Her water has burst.”
“Grandma said you should fetch the midwife.”