When your partner arrives home you're squatting in the luke warm bath, draped over the rim of the tub as you ride out the contractions that are steadily bringing baby down.
He makes his way to the bathroom and find you in the bathtub, curled tight around your pregnant stomach with your forehead resting on the cold lip of the tub.
You'd been in here for hours - far longer than you'd intended, actually.
The only reason you got into the tub in the first place was to alleviate some of your late pregnancy aches and pains. You hadn't expected to go into full blown labor so quickly, but the baby has slipped low in your hips while you rested in the warm water and when you went to get out you found it nigh impossible.
"What's the matter, baby?" Your partner hums softly in your ear, rubbing a hand down your tense back as your eyes roll back to look at him over your shoulder.
You take a second to answer, your voice a bit rough after hours of its only use being low grunts and groans as you'd labored.
"It's - ooh, it's time." You groan out, rocking back into your partner's hands as the familiar tightening in your core begins.
There's a soft startle in your partner's grip when the words come out of your mouth, a tremor against your back, but you're too wrapped up in the sudden sinking feeling in your hips to think about much else besides how it shoves downward and fills the space between your thighs.
The tightening of your belly is fierce, drawing up hard and tight and earning a long, low groan of urgency from you for its efforts.
You need to push right now.
You part your thighs even further, spreading them wide and shoving your hips back closer to your partner's hands. One hand comes up to clutch onto the wash cloth bar and the other slips into the water and clutches at your thigh.
"Oohhhhh~!" You moan out, feeling yourself stretch and widen to accommodate the changes inside your body, "It's - it's coming, I can feel it stre-stretching me!"
Your partner's hands move down from your hips to your thighs, feeling blindly under you until he successfully finds your entrance.
"Oh!" He gasps in surprise as he cups your sex, feeling the heavy weight that barrelling through you pressing outward.
"What?" You grunt out in shock, too lost in the need to give birth to actually stop your body from pushing into his hands.
"You're - you're starting to bulge-" He says, his fingers feeling gently around the mass.
It burns a bit, a sharp spark of pain that causes you to whine at the intrusion, but suddenly the pressure doubles down as something insides you shifts and all you manage out is a shaky warning to your partner before you start pushing again.
"Ughhhhh fuck, babe~" You pant out, you back arching as the immense pressure grows too much, the sudden thought of feeling like a bottle about to be uncorked flitting into your mind, "I can't stop... can't stop pushhhiinnggg~"
And it's true, a sudden urgency filling you, screaming at you to strain deeply and get this baby out of you.
"Oh yeah, you're starting to open," Your partner says behind you, his fingers tracing the spreading skin of your hole, "Keep pushing baby, keep pushing."
It feels so big inside of you, the weight of it filling you to the brim and any second now you're just going to burst like a balloon.
And then, because the universe is funny like this sometimes, something does burst inside of you.
There's a brief second where the pressure dissipates, your hips dropping down at the release and your hole fluttering now that it's not being spread open.
That lasts only long enough for you to suck in a few lungfuls of air before the much bigger, much less flexible head of your baby drops down into place. You can't help the startled yelp that you let out, soaking your partner in bath water as you suddenly turn to face him.
Your hand shoots out and grabs ahold of his shoulder as you start to part around the head. He looks shocked as you squat facing him, your legs spread wide as you cling to him with one hand and cup your bulging entrance with the other.
The head wastes no time sliding through you, the mass you are cupping filling your palm almost completely as you grunt gutterally and bear down with a massive effort. It slips forward easily, spreading you into a year drop shape that has your thighs quaking in effort when you let up on your push.
You come down a bit dizzy, your head swimming from lack of oxygen and your opening stinging and burning from the stretch.
"Oh fuck-" You pant out, feeling your belly starting to tense with another contraction so quickly after the last one had let up, "Oh fuck, it's coming..."
Your head slams backward as you start pushing again, your belly drawing up tight against your frame as you start to spread even further around the coming head.
"It's coming ouuUTTTT!" You groan out desperately, your words cutting into a sharp cry as you feel yourself open into a wide, tight circle around the head.
You feel your partner's hands coming down to take over holding the head and immediately move yours to cling to his other shoulder, squaring your stance and dipping your hips low as you let out a long, low moan of urgency.
"Yeah it is, you're doing so good, love." He says as he runs his fingers over your stretched skin.
" 'm gonna... gonna crown on the next one..." You pant out, giving your partner enough time to prepare as you start to bear down and centimeter by centimeter your pushed open wider, until finally you reach the widest point. "It's gonna... ooooOOOHHHHHH~"
Your head shoots straight up when you feel yourself stretched into a perfect circle around the head, how the weight settles and how tight you've stretched and suddenly you're standing upright on shaky legs, pushing yourself desperately into your partner's hands to ease the pain.
"It's crowning!" You cry out, as if the man holding said crown between your thighs isn't aware of this. But you're far too preoccupied to be worried about the semantics of your words.
You bend your knees out awkwardly, standing wide legged and bent over your heavy middle. Your hands rest on your knees as you gasp for breath wetly, your body fighting to make sense of what it's feeling.
All too quickly the need to push comes back, and you find yourself dropping into a squat again as you feel the head start to slip through again.
"Theresababyohfucki'mhabingababyyyyy-" You grunt out through gritted teeth as you spread wider and wider.
It's out to it's brow, the bridge of its nose, and you suck in a quick breath before doubling down on the tail end of the contraction and grunt and groan the nose out.
"That's it, baby, that's it!" Your partner cheers over your primal noises, his hand keeping steady pressure against the crown to keep it from coming to quickly, "Push, push, push!"
"I am pushing~" You grit out, pressing your chin to your chest and bearing down, "
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