nieya @burstingbelly - Tumblr Blog

May 1

CYOA- Pretty In Pink

(A very special thank you to @feeling-pushy for this art, which was a gift when I got sick!! It's so sweet and so perfect. 💜 And, of course, thank you to my lovely Patrons, who helped choose how this story went! It started as a piece of writing that I never got to finish...and now it's been finished! 💜✨🧸)

The bright, cheerful sunlight streamed into the room, making all the colors seem more vivid. It was a gorgeous, warm summer day, and Grace was spending it in the absolute best way she could think of.

Nuzzling her face against the firmly-stuffed panda bear tucked under one arm, Grace took a deep inhale and slowly let it out, her eyelashes fluttering against her lightly flushed cheeks. The panda bear’s soft fur felt good against her face, and she felt comfort clutching it against her sore breasts.

Her other arm laid stretched out along the side of the inflatable pool, the painted fish dancing along the clear plastic sides casting bright splashes of light onto the walls. She’d bought this just in time. It really was a case of good timing, she thought to herself. Who knows what she would have done if this had happened a couple months later in the year?

Shifting a little bit and turning a little more onto her side, Grace let out a soft groan, just at the feeling of her heavy belly adjusting and moving with her. However, it came to rest against one of her longer plushies, a soft marshmallow dog, and a small smile flickered on her face as she stretched. This really had been a good idea.

She hadn’t told anybody where she planned to give birth, of course. They would all think she was crazy. And maybe she was, a little. But when going through something like this…it was her wants above everything else, wasn’t it?

So she’d found the cutest kiddy pool she could, laid a plush blanket on the bottom, and filled it with as many of her big, soft plushies as she could fit. She wanted to be surrounded by them, have them touch her at all times, have them be her midwives as she brought her new baby into the world.

She’d climbed into the pool just after her water broke, after she’d tied her hair back with her favorite rainbow scrunchie and pulled on her well-loved, light pink Hello Kitty shirt. It fit more like a dress, and she felt…safe, warm, and snuggled wearing it.

With every contraction, as she stretched, wriggled, and felt herself opening wider and wider, she leaned on and clutched at her plushies for support. She’d used them as headrests when leaning forward against the wall of the pool, tucked them under her feet when she needed to prop up, and laid the slightly firmer stuffed ones on her chest for pressure and company.

It had only been a couple of hours, at most, but Grace could feel her baby sitting low, so low in her pelvis, and she knew it was time. Taking a few deep breaths, she snuck a hand between her legs and pressed on her puffy, slightly wet vulva, and smiled, purring and nuzzling her face harder against her panda bear.

Keeping her hand there, Grace slowly lifted her leg and rested her ankle up on the side of the pool, a soft giggle escaping her at the squeaking sound it made against her bare skin. Opening her eyes, she blew out a slow exhale and looked down at herself, her eyes glittering and sparkling with excitement.

With a soft bite of her lower lip, Grace carefully shifted her hips. How close was she, actually? She knew her baby was low, but that was about all she knew. She needed to check.

Turning her face into her soft panda plush for grounding and support, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she gingerly inserted two fingers into her vagina.

Close. She was so close. A smile flitted across her face as she felt just how open she was. However, the prodding at her cervix caused another contraction to rev up, pressing against her lower back, and she quickly removed her fingers.

Rolling slightly more onto her side, she let her leg be supported by the side of the tub, her hand falling into the softness of blankets and plushies as she centered her breath. Slowly. In and out. Focus on that opening feeling.

She clutched the panda closer to her face as she dragged in a deep inhale, then moaned it out in a lightly shaking voice. Her belly moved with her effort, rolling and shifting against the plush blanket and the soft marshmallow dog resting against her.

Calmed and reassured by their presence, Grace pulled in another deep breath, then allowed herself to moan a little louder on her exhale. It felt good to use her voice. Like she was gaining power and releasing the energy of the contraction at the same time.

After a few moments, a few more long, moaned breaths, the contraction subsided, and Grace let her eyes flutter open, panting with her efforts. Her eyes flitted across all of the plushies here in the pool with her, across the pastel colors of the blanket puddled beneath her, and she smiled.

Bracing her elbow against the floor of the pool, she lifted her leg off of the side of the pool and brought it back down, flipping herself onto her back and propping her head up on her big purple teddy bear. She looked down at herself, palming her belly and drawing her hand up and down the curve.

It would be time to push, soon. A huge smile spread across her face at the idea, and she couldn't help but giggle a little bit.

"Okay."

Grace softly blew out her breath, then braced her hands on the floor of the pool, panda still tucked under her arm, and carefully began to push herself more upright.

"Hokay...let's...let's figure this out." She murmured, at first to no one in particular. "Up...I wanna be...more up."

Turning herself around, she giggled again, softly, at the squeaky rubber sounds of the pool. The soft smile and rosy cheeks of her big marshmallow dog came into view, and as silly as it felt, she immediately began to speak to him instead of to herself.

"Here, can you...can you tuck under here..." Rising up onto her knees, she scooted the pillowy body of the dog until it was under her belly, supporting the heavy globe.

"And then you..." she shifted the panda into her hand and rested her on the rim of the pool. "Wait here for a second..."

Taking in a deep breath, she rocked back onto her heels, then closed her eyes and busied herself retying her ponytail. She needed to concentrate, feeling that pull inward, toward her baby and toward herself. She needed to center.

"Okay...I might be pushing soon, so I need you guys to...to just stay put and stay close. Remember you guys might get dirty or a little gross but that's okay, cause Dee promised she'd help me clean you guys up and take you to the dry cleaners or the nice laundromat if you need it. So don't worry about that, we just gotta..." ponytail secured, her hands dropped to her thighs, and she rocked her hips subtly side to side, head dropping forward and eyes drifting closed. "We gotta get this baby here..."

With her next deep inhale, without opening her eyes, she reached out and pulled her plushies closer, wanting to feel them against her skin. By feel, she could tell most of them apart. The axolotl with the silky iridescent scales, the wispy feathers of the flamingo, the worn tight curly wool of the big squishy sheep.

A soft moan rumbled in her chest as her next contraction began, and she rose up onto her knees, belly resting on the marshmallow dog, and leaned forward onto the side of the pool, grabbing the panda bear in both arms and shoving her face into her belly.

It was time. Her baby was coming. As the contraction crashed into her, she could feel fluid leaking, running in tiny rivers down her thighs. Grace gasped softly, then pushed her knees a bit further apart, thankful for the softness of the blanket underneath her and the pressure of her friends against her sides and hips.

A soft grunt bubbled in Grace's chest as the contraction rolled through her, her breath catching in her throat and then slowly escaping. She sat further down into her hips, then lifted back up onto her knees, shoulders tensing and grip tightening around the soft panda bear.

Following her instincts, letting herself being guided by her body, Grace pulled in another deep breath and slowly let it go. She was almost there. Almost, but not quite. What did she need? What did her baby want, what did her body need?

Letting go of the panda and the side of the pool with one hand, Grace palmed her belly, sliding her fingers between her and the marshmallow puppy cradling the lower curve. She pressed in a bit, then inhaled as she slid her hand slowly up to the top of her belly.

Giving a gentle, steady pressure, she slid her hand down the heavy curve, massaging deep into her skin and focusing on opening, on low, on down. Another low sound rumbled in her chest, and she let it come, rocking her hips forward slightly so her belly pressed tightly against the puppy between her knees.

As her hand slid back down again, her fingers found the paw of one of her older plushies, a light brown teddy bear that was floppy from ages of cuddling and washing. Grasping his paw in her hand, she pressed her own palm and his paw to the underside of her belly, letting a deep moan rumble in her chest.

She could do this. Surrounded by softness and support, this baby was coming. She just needed to relax and let it happen.

Slowly and carefully, Grace rode through the next couple of contractions. Hips swaying, belly hanging low between her thighs, hands alternating massaging her belly with the help of her longtime soft friend and the support of her panda underneath her head. She was tired, but she knew it was only a matter of time before...

At the peak of her contraction, her eyes popped open, breath sticking in her throat as she straightened her back and lifted up on her knees. Staring into the middle distance, Grace slipped her fingers between her legs, using the pads of her fingers to feel...

With a soft gasp and shaking fingertips, Grace traced her opening, touching the just visible top of her baby's head. It was soft, squishy, and damp. A huge smile bloomed across her face, and she squealed a soft laugh, tipping her head back and clutching at her teddy bear's paw with the other hand.

"Oh! Oh there's my baby! Hi baby! Hello! Oh my god I'm having a baby...I'm having a baby!" She gasped, giggles of joy bubbling from her and bouncing her belly between her thighs. Pulling in a huge breath of air, she pursed her lips and blew it out as slowly as she could, shifting her hips carefully to one side and then the other as she relaxed and felt her baby's head slip back inside.

The smile still on her face, Grace melted into a soft moan, raising up fully on her knees and leaning hard on the edge of the pool. "Okay...okay. Mmmh. We got this. Ohhh, baby's right there...!"

She shakily palmed her opening, then slid her hand up, fingers brushing past her clit before grabbing onto the squeaky edge of the pool.

With a soft hitch of breath, Grace bowed her head and nuzzled her nose into the soft fur of her panda bear, eyes sliding closed. The pool edge squeaked underneath her as she slightly adjusted her position, and a smile flickered the corner of her mouth.

The contraction was fading, and as she explored her opening with the pads of her fingers, she felt her baby's head gently retreat, sliding back inside. The bulge of their head remained, though, and she palmed herself, taking in a deep, shaky breath and letting it out.

"Ohh, I'm having a baby...I'm having a baby!" Grace whimpered, voice muffled by the plushie under her head. A soft gasp, and she slid her fingers up to press on her clit, the bundle of nerves sending a thrill running down her spine.

She was so happy. Surrounded by softness, her baby under her hand, doing things exactly the way she envisioned them...nothing could be better. With a soft whimper, Grace began to gently rub circles around her clit with the pads of two fingers, letting her mind wander to thoughts of her heavy belly, the wideness and openness of her hips, the softness and squishyness of the panda underneath her cheek, the dog cradling her belly, the teddy pressed to the side of her belly.

Her whimpering turned to a soft moan as she widened her knees a bit, sinking into her hips as she rubbed herself. This was happening, and she was safe, and she felt...beautiful. Her free arm dangled over the edge of the pool, fingers relaxed and open, and Grace let herself feel- heavy, pregnant, laboring, and ready.

The next contraction, spurred by the stimulation of her rubbing, crashed into her hips a moment later, but Grace was ready. Her breath hitched in her throat for only a moment, hips twitching, but she very quickly sunk back against the pool and moaned, lips parted and voice rumbling in her chest.

Pleasure and love running through her body, Grace slid her fingers down to her opening and felt- there was her baby, just a teardrop peek of their head. A soft squeal of happiness bubbled from her, and she quickly slid her fingers back up to press against herself as the squeal fell and turned into a deep, grunty moan without her permission.

She needed to push. It was time.

Grace pulled in a deep breath, filling her lungs and imagining the oxygen flowing down to her baby. She pursed her lips and slowly blew the air out, a small shiver rolling down her spine. Sliding her fingers down to press lightly against her opening, a small smile flickered across her face as she felt her baby's head retreating.

Once the contraction also pulled away, she grabbed the panda under her head and sat up, looking down at herself. A new position would be nice, she needed to feel more open before she gave in to that pushing urge.

With a soft humming purr, Grace sat back on her heels, pulling her hand from between her legs and wiping her fingers off on the hem of her shirt.

"Okay. Okay...let's...do this." She whispered, half to herself to her baby and half to the plushies surrounding her. Tucking the panda into her elbow, she turned and sat fully down, grabbing the long sausage dog and tucking him back behind the small of her back. Pressing her heels together, she tucked her feet closer to her hips, butterflying her knees. Her thighs rested against the fluffy flamingo and the long snake, and she couldn't help but huff a couple of soft breaths as she grabbed up her old teddy bear and nuzzled him against her belly.

"Hah. Hahhh." Grace moaned, leaning back on one hand and letting her head fall back. Eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, and she smiled. "Okay. Alright. You can come right on out, baby. We're gonna catch you...it'll be okay. We got it."

She gripped onto her teddy bear's paw, lifting the other hand and sliding it back between her legs. Fingertips found her clit again, and she inhaled sharply through her nose as waves of pleasure mixed with the incoming contraction.

It was unmistakeable. With the next contraction crashing into her hips, Claire needed to push. Dropping her jaw, she took a couple of big, sighing breaths, readying herself.

She rocked her hips side to side ever so slightly, feeling not only her baby's weight nestled deep into her pelvis but the comforting, loving softness surrounding her, and she couldn't help but smile a bit. It was time. This was it.

Taking in a big, deep breath, she pressed her teddy bear into the side of her belly, curled her head forward, and gave her first push. A gentle grunt bubbled in the back of her throat, melting into a squeal as she felt her baby move down lower.

"Come on, baby. Come on!" She purred, then pushed again, catching her breath in her chest and letting her head fall back toward the ceiling.

She could feel herself swelling, feel fluid trickling free and down her skin, feel the baby moving down and stretching her with each grunt and gentle push. Turning her head to the side, she buried her nose into her panda bear and took a few breaths, giving herself a rest as the contraction ebbed. Her whole body seemed to tingle with excitement and new sensation as she waited.

Her next contraction signaled its approach not too long after, and Grace spread her knees wider to welcome it, lifting her hips up and just off of the floor of the pool. With a deep grunt in her chest, she bowed her head and pushed, curling around her belly.

Nestled in with her plush and the sun warming her skin, Grace gently pushed with each contraction, working alongside the ebb and flow of the pulses. She drifted into a deep focus, eyes closed, fingers stroking the fur and fabric of her friends surrounding her when she rested, and clutching them tight to her belly as she pushed, working to bring her baby down further.

Finally, during a pause, she slowly reached her hand down and stroked her fingertips across her opening, carefully checking for progress.

Grace's fingers gently stroked her opening, and a small smile flickered across her face as she felt just the tiniest bit of her baby's head, no bigger than her fingertip. She gently stroked the spot, then sighed and rested her head back against the pool's edge, returning her hand to her knee. She still had more work to do, but she was, indeed, making progress.

Waiting for the next contraction, Grace shifted her panda in her arm, then rubbed her palm across her belly, pushing her shirt out of the way. Grabbing up the old worn teddy and one of her floppy dogs, she plopped one on top of her belly for the comforting weight, and pressed the other to the side of her belly, the friend sitting on her thigh and leaning against her.

Feeling all the stuffies cuddled so close was an immense comfort, and Grace visibly relaxed as she waited, taking a few deep, sighing breaths. She imagined the air going down to her baby, giving them their own energy to come out and join the world.

A small sound escaped her as the next contraction began to press against her hips and tense up her belly. Sucking in her breath, Grace puffed her cheeks, bowed her head, and immediately began to push, groaning softly at the feeling of opening. She felt...full, and heavy, and round, and she could tell her body was opening.

She huffed out her breath at her push's peak, then immediately took another and fell into her next push, giving a little wriggle against her stuffed animals. Her back arched, and her jaw clenched as she unconsciously gave a deep and pulsing grunt.

What was that?

Her hand darted between her legs, pulling the old stuffed bear with her. She prodded gently with her fingertips, eyes darting open as she found...

...that her baby hadn't moved. The slightly squishy head was still sitting just there at her opening, as if waiting for her.

Grace whined, shifting her hips side to side and cupping herself soothingly with her full hand. "Ohh, come on baby. Come on."

Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself, bowing her head and letting her eyes drift closed. Everything was okay. She just needed to focus. Don't rush. Take everything in and follow her body's signals.

She rested there, cupping herself with her full hand and cuddling the panda bear to her side with the other arm, until the next contraction needled at her lower back. With a grunt, Grace rocked forward, then slowly back. She knew what she needed to do.

Carefully, she rocked forward again, this time rising up on her knees. Taking the panda and the soft teddy with her, she moved forward onto her hands, then flopped down onto her elbows, backside raised in the air and back lengthening. A deep groan bubbled in her chest as she felt herself stretch, felt the weight shift, and felt her hips open. Her face nuzzled halfway into the panda and halfway into the cool scales of the big snake, she inhaled deeply and pushed as soon as she felt settled enough.

Her belly tensed, and she couldn't help but smile a little as she felt the plushies underneath the weight. It was like they were helping her push, reassuring her that she could do this.

With slow and steady grunts rumbling deep in her chest, Grace pushed and rocked her way through her next few contractions, now not even busying herself with checking her progress. She could feel herself opening, slowly but surely, and that was all she needed.

With a loud grunt, Grace released her push as her latest surge ended, sitting up on her elbows and swiveling her hips from side to side. "Come on, little baby. Come on." She panted, ignoring the sweat beading on her forehead. "I'm ready for you...come on."

Through the next half an hour, measured not in minutes but in contractions, Grace continued to push, holding the effort as long as she could each time before grabbing a couple of panted breaths and falling into it again. Being on her hands and knees felt good, and she shifted and rolled her hips as much as possible between contractions and sometimes even between pushes.

However, after a little while, frustration began to bubble up in her chest. She should be holding her baby by now. She should be snuggling them here with all the soft stuffed animals. Was something wrong?

Contraction fading, Grace pushed herself up onto her knees and leaned on the edge of the pool, letting her arms hang outside. Sweat dripped down her temple, and she tilted her head to wipe it off on the sleeve of her shirt before reaching and grabbing at her cell phone. She needed Claire.

Tapping her number was like second nature, and she pressed the green call button before she could think about it too much. Clicking it quickly into speakerphone, she rested the phone on the edge of the pool and dropped her hands back onto the floor of the pool, curling the blankets into her fists and taking a couple deep breaths as she listened to the ringing.

"Hey sugar!" Chirped her best friend's voice, and Grace felt herself relax a little bit just knowing she was there.

"Hey...listen, I'm..." She shifted, licking her lips and letting her eyes close as another contraction nudged at her lower back. "I've been pushing for too long, I dunno if something's wrong..."

Silence, then Claire giggled. "You're in labor? Baby's comin'?"

"Yes. Nngh-" Grace bowed her head as she was overtaken, rolling her hips forward and sinking into her knees. Hauling in a deep, gasping breath, she let herself push, nose crinkling up a little bit.

"Oh. Oh wow. Okay." Claire paused, then immediately began coaching her with a soft, steady voice. "You got this, Gracie. You're already doing it. Push, honey, and on your next break we'll do some checks, make sure everything is okay. Okay?"

Grace could only answer with a soft growled noise as she pushed, belly tensing up against the soft blanket underneath her.

As she took her next deep breath, she tried to recenter her mind, one hand grabbing for the closest plushie. Her fingers found the cool, smooth scales of the snake, and she pulled it a little closer as she grunted.

Grace pushed, letting her body rock backward into her heels. It felt good, she felt like she was opening, but still that it was taking too long. That nothing was progressing as it should.

With a big puff of air and a groan, she released her push, grabbing gulps of air. As she panted, she slowly realized that Claire was still coaching her over the phone, her best friend's voice a welcome lifeline.

"You are doing so well, Gracie. So well, I can tell. Listen, I'm grabbing my keys, I'm on the way there, but I want you, right now, to try to relax. Okay?"

"Okay." Grace panted, nodding her head. "Yeah. Okay. I can...try."

"You got Mr. Fluffkin in there?"

Grace couldn't help but smile, just a little. Claire meant the gigantic plush dog with a bow tie. He'd been a baby shower gift from her bestie, a wink between the only two who knew how Grace intended to give birth.

"Yeah. Yeah, he's...right here- didn't we say he was a doctor? Ohh-" she melted into a groan, almost not hearing Claire laugh.

"That's right! Doctor. Okay, grab onto him, lay on him, and try to think open thoughts. As open as possible. I'm getting in the car, I'm on my way."

Instead of falling into a push, Grace grabbed onto her bestie's voice and tried to listen. Relax. Open. The big plush. Right. Hauling in a deep breath, she slowly rocked her hips side to side and made herself wait out the contraction, letting her body do what work it was going to do.

When it was over, she pushed herself fully back on her heels, then relaxed back onto her butt, letting herself fall back into the arms of Dr. Fluffkin. On second nature, her knees fell open, and her eyelashes fluttered closed as she hummed a deep sigh.

Her next contraction already prodded at her back, signaling. Grace bit her lips and slid one hand down between her legs, fingertips reaching for what she hoped to find.

There it was. She could feel it, just peeking out, squishy and soft. Her baby's head.

Feeling it there gave Grace a surge of strength, and she let her head fall back and a smie spread across her face, her belly bouncing as she tiredly laughed. "Ohhh! Oh, hi! Oh my gosh. Okay. Okay."

Setting her jaw, Grace pulled in a deep breath through her nose, then forcefully blew it out through pursed lips. Nothing was wrong. Her baby was coming. She wasn't alone, Claire was still on the phone and she herself was surrounded by her best plushie friends. She could do this, and was already doing it.

Pulling in another deep breath, Grace let her head fall to the side and rest on her shoulder, her nose crinkling up as she gave a gentle push.

It felt good, especially to use her voice. Grumbles rumbled in her chest as she held the push as long as possible, then relaxed back into Dr. Fluffkin. Another deep, ragged breath in, and another push.

Leaning on one hand, Grace found herself tilting further to the side, her foot coming off of the bottom of the pool almost on instinct. She grabbed behind her knee and tugged toward her chest as she arched her hips toward the ceiling, attempting to think open thoughts through the fog in her brain.

When she released her push, she also released her knee, letting out a few soft whimpers as she slowly laid down on her side, directly on top of Dr. Fuffkin. With her other hand, she grabbed up her floppy teddy and the soft flamingo, tucking them both against and under her belly for support and comfort.

"Ohhh...come on. Come on!" Grace softly pleaded before grabbing behind her knee once more. Tucking her chin to her chest, she fell into another push, the contraction not seeming to ebb anymore.

Grace's nose scrunched as she pushed, snuggled against Dr. Fluffkin and the plushies around her.

As she pushed, finally, something shifted, and she gasped, her eyes popping open and her jaw dropping just before there was a swelling feeling and then a pop. Fluid splashed onto her thigh and dropped onto the blanket beneath her, and Grace slumped in relief, taking a few deep, panting breaths.

"There we go. There we go!" She gasped for breath, then melted into a soft laugh, hand darting from behind her knee to reach between her legs. She was really bulging now, the baby's squishy head obviously having been held back by the sac. A smile spread across her face as she drew her fingers gently up and down her opening a few times before moving her hand back to grab behind her lifted knee.

"All good??" Came Claire's voice from the speaker, crackling with the sound of wind and engine behind her.

"Yep! Yep, yeah, my water broke!" Grace called back, then giggled and let her eyes drift closed as she tried to catch her breath.

"Awesome. I'm well on my way, you just keep pushing whenever you need to, listen to your body and that baby."

"Yep." Grace murmured, then took a deep breath and blew it out through pursed lips.

The next contraction very soon tensed her belly, and she all but melted into a push, amazed at how good it felt now that the bag wasn't there.

With a few soft grunts, she pushed, again and again. With soft pulses, she arched her hips back and forward toward the ceiling and down again.

After a moment, with a wriggle, she wiggled her other hand free from underneath her and slid it between her legs, almost rolling onto her back.

There her baby was, head gently pressing into just the center of her palm. With a breathless laugh, Grace arched her hips into her hand, then hauled in a huge inhale and pushed, her legs trembling.

It was exhilarating. Each time she pushed, bearing down and rumbling her breath in her lungs, she could feel her baby swelling further and further into her palm. She didn't even feel the tiredness anymore, all her focus and all her energy pouring into herself and her baby. The plushies around her, cradling her body with their softness, gave her even further strength.

Turning her face into Dr. Fluffkin, Grace dropped her jaw and cried out as she released her push, her hips twitching as her baby's head slid fully out. Cradled in her palm and supported by the short, soft fur of the panda (who had somehow migrated from being up by her head), the baby immediately began to turn, aided by the pressure of the contraction.

Grace couldn't help but squeal in excitement, fingers exploring her baby's face. Her eyelashes fluttered against her face, and she was vaguely aware of Claire saying something to her over the phone, but she couldn't make out any of the words, too caught up in the euphoria.

Grace panted for breath, slowly releasing the hold on the back of her knee and letting her ankle rest on the edge of the tub instead. The urge to push overcame her, and she drew her now-free hand into a fist, the fingers of the other coming to rest and gently pull at the skin on the side of the baby's head. Taking a big, deep breath, she let herself melt into another push, slowly lifting her hips up toward the ceiling.

The rest happened so quickly, all of the events almost blended together.

The front door opened and in swooped Claire, her best friend immediately kneeling at the edge of the pool and leaning her whole upper body inside, hands outstretched.

Grace let out a loud, excited yell as her baby's shoulders slipped free, her baby almost birthing herself up to her chest.

Both she and Claire caught the baby, Claire with her hands holding the baby's head and Grace cradling the little slippery body- and the panda, snake, and floppy brown dog caught the rest of the baby as she popped free, already flailing her limbs and crying.

It was the cuddliest and softest birth on record, even if it might not have been the gentlest or most serene. But the best part of it all was the little one was born with a bunch of stuffy friends already- ones who would be there for her for the rest of her life.

(and her mother's life too...and maybe her siblings'.)

burstingbelly

donotpush1

Apr 29

shhhsecretsideblog

‘Tis the Season

Christmas Themed birth story. Mary and Joseph are preparing to open a Christmas Village when a snow storm hits. As they try to protect their livestock and seasonal displays in the barn, Mary goes into labour.

Co-written with my fav - @wootenbassett75 💜 Content: unplanned birth, clothing birth, stimulation to aid labour, older parents, character names are satire and not even mentioned lol. 17.8k words.

Also on AO3 and DeviantArt

URGENT WEATHER FORECAST

“Attention all residents of the tri-country area, please be aware of a major snow storm inbound. We will go to Charlie for the latest, Charlie?”

The camera cut away from the finely dressed news anchor, panning to a blonde in front of a large screen showing the local area, along with nothing but snow and ice estimates.

“Thank you Dan. This storm is currently forecasted to be dropping over thirty six inches of snow over the next two days. Snowfall rates tonight and into tomorrow morning are estimated to reach over three inches an hour in some areas of the north counties.”

There was a pause in the Weathergirl’s speaking as she examined her notes.

“Wind and dropping temperatures are going to make this blizzard among the worst we have seen in over twenty years. Wind gusts up to forty miles an hour with a wind chill dropping the temperature to negative ten degrees. Emergency services are warning that they won’t be able to respond to calls during the night due to the risks on the roads, so stay in, bundle up, and stay safe.”

It cut back to the male anchor, Dan.

“And it goes without saying, bring your pets inside, if you’re cold, good chance they are too. This has been Dan Stevens and Charlie Clearwater with your urgent weather update…”

—————

The ‘Christmas Village’ was more of a blizzard nightmare. The small attractions that the kids could sit on, the Christmas tree forest, even the ticket booth itself was so covered in snow that the village just disappeared. Joseph trudged through the snow, the wind already so fierce that he fought to stay vertical. The cold was in his bones now, and he quietly cursed himself for not believing the forecast. Weathermen always over exaggerated, it was his experience, his wife’s, his fathers, hell, everyone in this damned county knew not to believe the weather forecasts. So why in the name of all that is holy had this one time been correct? He was actively making his way to the barn. As soon as the storm rolled in, he and his wife started bringing the animals inside.

Today was to be the opening day of the village, the reindeer all out and prepared for the sleigh rides they offered. It was Joseph's job to bring them all in, while Mary was to get some of the hay and the stables prepped for however long this would last. Of course he had tried to tell her their eldest son would help, after all, he just turned fifteen and was more than capable, but he wasn’t going to argue with her about it, especially in her current… condition. So he was left with his three younger siblings at the house while Mary and Joseph went to the Christmas Village just down the road from their home. Joseph finally reached the barn, mostly by luck, as he couldn’t actually see the door till he’d nearly ran into it. He furiously kicked at the snow, trying to unwedge the side door they used.

“Bastard.” He regretted speaking instantly, feeling the freezing air invade his lungs. Enough of the snow was kicked to permit him to open the door. The wind fought back of course, but a determination and desire for warmth overcame the blizzard. He was in, his dark brown winter coveralls coated in snow. “Honey?” He called, trying to pinpoint his wife.

“In here.” Mary shouted from the other side of the barn, her voice raised to be heard over the wind that had started howling.

Her gloved hands gripped the wooden handle of the rake as she dragged it across the floor of one of the stables. trying to separate the clumps for the reindeer and horses. Whilst there was heating inside the barn, the temperature outside had dropped to such a level that she kept on most of the layers upon layers of clothing. Plus she didn’t have the motivation to attempt to remove any items by herself; dressing was a two-person job these days during the final weeks of pregnancy. Pausing her raking for a moment, Mary took a couple of deep breaths and arched her spine, placing a fist into the lower curve of her back where it was twinging from all the physical labour. She wasn’t regretting her decision to help out with the Christmas Village and make sure all their animals, props and decorations survived the storm; Lord knows if their teenage son was here instead he’d only be moping around and dragging his feet and doing a half-assed job. Which would only stress her out more than if she did it herself.

“What’s it like out there darling?” She asked as the sound of Joseph’s giant winter shoes clomped nearer and he appeared at the doorframe of the stable, absolutely covered in snow. “Ha… you look like Jack Nicholson in The Shining.” Mary laughed, leaning slightly on the rake and cradling her bump.

Joseph laughed.

“Should I start chasing you through the corn maze then?” He asked, coming up to plant a kiss on her cheek. “I think I got an axe around here somewhere to complete the look.”

The barns layout was simple in design. Where he and his wife stood, stables housed the horses and reindeer. Towards the rear they had the sleigh, while the corner in the far side housed the hay bales. He could see that Mary had already moved some to feed the animals, a task he’d planned to do as soon as he got here. Joseph gave his wife a disapproving look.

“What did I tell you about those hay bales? I don’t want you lifting them, the doc said it could strain you too much.” As he spoke, he took a small set of pliers, going into the stall with her to break the thin sheet of ice forming over the animals water buckets.

“Yeah well…. I didn’t want to wait for you to get back. There’s a lot to do and I wanted to keep busy and keep warm.” She said dismissively. Resuming her two-handed grip on the rake Mary continued to pull at the mound of hay she’d left by the stall door to create an even layer on the ground for the animals.

Standing wide legged not only for balance but from the baby nestled in her pelvis, she was grateful to be wearing her shorter length coat to allow for the more secure stance. With thermal leggings and a long-sleeve insulated maternity top, an oversized knitted jumper over that, knee high brown boots, a scarf and fur lined padded coat, the mother-to-be was wrapped up tighter than a burrito.

The horses in the stall were more interested in the newly available water now Joseph has cracked the thin layer of ice, giving Mary some space to work. She lasted a half dozen strokes across the floor but but wasn’t long before she felt the returning tightening in her belly. Pausing her raking for a moment, she muttered quietly. “Plus that ship has sort of sailed…” she replied to Joseph’s earlier comment about being worried she’d strain herself. Planting the rake into the floor, Mary held firm to the wooden handle as she calmly breathed through another contraction, shifting her hips slightly side to side beneath her thick layers of clothing.

“You know, they say marriage works better when partners listen.” Joseph chuckled. He came up behind her, rubbing her back through the layers. Joseph doubted it would be much more than an afterthought of pressure to her thanks to all the warm clothes. “If your back is hurting then sit down. We will be done here soon then we’re gonna get you home and off your feet. That isn’t a request or suggestion. Your stubborn streak is gonna give me more gray hairs than the kids.”

Joseph kissed her cheek again, then grabbed a rake of his own to pick up where she left off. The reindeer were getting cabin fever it seemed, tossing hay out of their stalls into the center of the barns walkway. The horses at least seemed content. He’d managed to clear a sleeping area for one stall and lay out fresh hay before glancing back at the horses.

“Think we should put the coats on the horses hon? Can’t imagine they’re feeling too warm right now.”

“Sure.” Mary said, unzipping her warm coat and bracing her hands into her lower back as she waddled over to collect the first of the four coats for the horses.

“Jeeze, these are heavy.” She complained, lifting it onto her forearm to carry it over to Joseph. “Or am I just too pregnant to do anything these days? Here.”

Joseph was beside the horse, their chestnut brown pride and joy, settling the animal and getting them into position. As Mary lifted the thick insulated double-layered coat she felt the gentle twisting of her uterine muscles. A sharp inhale through her nose, the cold whipping into her pink-tinged nostrils, and she breathed her way through it quietly. She wasn’t surprised Joseph hadn’t picked up on her earlier comment, the ship having sailed i.e. there’s no point in worrying about me straining myself cos I’m already in labour darling. But the storm was the main focus, it had to be. They’ve invested all their money on this damn Christmas village in an attempt to make more income during the long winter months. They had to keep all the props and the sleigh and the decorations safe or it would be money down the drain. Plus of course their animals. The extension of their already large family. They needed to be warm, safe, and calm. And her husband would be none of those things for the animals if he knew she was in labour. It was their fourth child. Her body knew the drill and it would be hours yet. No need to worry or panic unnecessarily.

While Joseph busied himself with securing the coat on the first horse, Mary waddled back to the rack to collect the next one. Her hand cradled her belly, as much as was possible through the layers of clothing, and allowed herself a brief grimace while facing away from her husband when the contraction peaked.

The two stalls Joseph cleaned next were easy. The mares quite literally organized their excrement, only doing their ‘business’ in the corners opposite of where they slept. He scooped it all out, then threw down fresh hay for them as well as wood shavings as makeshift bedding. Joseph only spared a momentary glance at his wife over by the rack where they’d tie the horses for cleaning as well as stored many of the cleaning supplies. Catching her breath he assumed, as per usual. She really should have told their eldest to come here instead.

The horses now settled, Joseph walked towards Mary to get food for the reindeer. The feed was kept in a large plastic trash can, the intention being to prevent any rats from getting inside. Each reindeer would get four scoops to go with their hay.

“You know you are allowed to sit down for a second right? Baby girl’s the boss here I think.” Joseph said as he returned towards the stalls. “If she wants mama to sit down and relax you should listen. Seeing as you don’t wanna listen to your husband.” His teasing manner was exposed by the smile he couldn’t hide.

Mary smiled, while her hand moved affectionately across her belly over the chunky knit of her oversized jumper. “She’s restless. As is her mother.”

Mary took the scoop from Joseph’s hand. “I’ll feed the reindeer, can you start putting the plastic sheeting over the sleigh? If anything starts dripping through the roof I don’t want that to get any water damage.”

It took some manoeuvring around her bump, but Mary successfully bent over to fill the large scoop with the feed for the reindeer and then waddled over to the first stall. She took a breather at the doorframe, pouring the contents into the metal trough while she breathed through yet another contraction. They had a little bite to them now, but it wasn’t unexpected or unfamiliar. Labouring was something her body handled well, she’d done it three times already and could do it again. They just had to get everything finished up in here first and then she could think about baby number four.

She kept focused, pacing back and forth between the container of feed and each of the animal stalls that lined one side of the barn. One, two, three and four scoops. Then on to the next one. And the next. Moving seemed to help with the unease bubbling away inside, brought on by the storm she assumed. It never occurred to her that her restless energy was due to the advancement of her labour. Not until one particularly bad pain had her bracing the door to one of the stalls and dropping the empty plastic scoop to the floor. “Ohhh…..” the groan slipped out before she could stop it.

Joseph had just finished covering the sleigh with a tarp. Seeing as it was kept in a barn, it was always a little on the dirty side, but dryer sheets were stuffed into every nook and cranny to stave off rats from making nests. They’d need to make a note on their fridge to unravel it the night before opening so that he could properly clean it and polish the surface. He was about to double check some of the other decorations when Mary’s unintentional groan called to him. It wasn’t hard to spot her.

“Mary?” He called. Her lack of an immediate response churned something in his stomach. The barn was crossed before he even realized he’d started to move. “Darlin you ok?” A hand rested on her back, a comfort he imparted even when she wasn’t carrying a child. “That wasn’t just a hard kick, was it?”

Mary shook her head, blowing out all the air in her lungs slowly through pursed lips. “Hooooo…. Nope…. I think this little one might have decided to join us for Christmas.”

Still leaning against the stall door with her gloved hands flat against the wood, Mary turned her head towards her husband, a nervous smile brightening her face. “Typical timing eh? You said we’d be lucky to open the Christmas Village before baby comes.”

Once the worst of the contraction had ebbed away, she straightened and pushed away from the door, instead curling towards her husband for a reassuring embrace.

Flashbacks of the previous kids' births came to him. How long did it actually take? If his memory was right, their eldest was well over a twenty four hour labor. Their second and third born had taken slightly longer than that, but the couple had assumed it was simply because they were more attuned to knowing the signs. He’d missed it this time somehow, unless this truly was the beginning.

“She just wanted to be a helper is all.” He whispered as they embraced. Marys belly pressed against his stomach, bringing a smile to his face. Joseph’s awe towards his wife was biblical. Everything this woman accomplished was inspiring, especially when taking into account how she had raised three great children, and had been the one to tell Joseph they could go for a fourth.

“How close are they? Past the… shoot I can’t remember how many minutes we were tracking with the others.” As he stood there, the love of his life in his arms, he swayed with her, slow like a waltz.

Mary lifted her arms, looping them automatically around her husband’s neck as he began to sway. It was as if he knew exactly how to help her in this moment, before the thoughts could even formulate inside her own head. Moving helped, it always did when she was labouring. Though it had been quite a number of years since they last did this; they had a fifteen year old, a ten year old, and a seven year old. Medical advice was bound to have changed in that time, but the ancient act of childbirth was all too familiar to Mary and her body.

“I’ve not been timing them.” She confessed, resting her head on the cushion of Joseph’s thick winter jacket. “Assumed they were just braxtons at first, but they’re definitely consistent, and stronger than practice ones.”

Inhaling deeply, Mary let the familiar comforting scent of Joseph’s aftershave fill her lungs and bring a feeling of stability into her veins. “I want to keep busy though. There’s still so much to do out here and you know I’m not going to be able to relax into this birth until it’s all done and we’re sure we haven’t lost all our money with damaged decorations and sick animals.”

“Fair enough hon.” He said. The couple stayed there for a moment longer, neither particularly wanting to break the contact. Mary was right though, they couldn’t delay what they were doing, and just sitting awaiting the baby to come wasn’t their way. Only a handful of tasks really remained, finishing feeding, double checking the decorations, making sure no snow was leaking in, and ensuring the roof was still stable with all the added weight. Forty-five minutes, maybe an hour tops. As soon as they were done Joseph would take Mary home, put the kids in front of the tv with some dinner, and get her comfortable.

The embrace finally broke, his arms moving to hold the underside of her belly. Even through the thick clothes he could tell their daughter was active.

“No heavy lifting, deal? Only light busywork for you Miss.” His voice was stern, leaving little to no room for argument.

“Fine.” Mary scoffed, but couldn’t deny it was probably for the best. Not that she even could do any heavy lifting these days, but there was a small part of her that instantly balked when told she couldn’t do something. “I’ll carry on feeding the reindeer then.”

With a grunt of effort Mary bent down to pick up the plastic scoop for the animal feed from where it had dropped to the floor and moved around the barn to continue the task at hand. She pulled the zip on her coat open a little, finding her body temperature warmer with the gentle moving and contractions. They didn’t have a clock in the barn, and she had left her phone in the house for the kids to play games. So she didn’t know how much time passed before the next contraction bubbled on the horizon. It wasn’t any worse than the previous one and at least now she didn’t have to hide her expressions, or her stopping mid-task in order to breathe through the discomfort.

Joseph left to go up to the loft. After taking extra measures on the decorations he moved on to checking the roof for any signs of wear or weakness. He found none, and was silently thankful that Mary had insisted on them installing a new roof during the summer. He, admittedly, had gotten distracted after that.

Mary was walking, well, walking was the wrong word. Joseph leant on the railing of the loft, simply enjoying the sight of her. Four kids, the concept still boggled him. They both originally agreed to three, but when their youngest started school, well, things happened. Every few minutes he watched her stop, adjust, take a deep breath, and continue. He knew she was uncomfortable, hurting even, but he also knew her stubborn streak. More than once he contemplated going down, especially as her contractions made her become audible over the storm outside. But, she’d just say she was fine and to continue with his chores.

He gave her one last look, her hand either on her lower back, or cupping her belly, before going back to the loft to look around. There, he found his next distraction. An old collection of items they’d found after buying the barn and its surrounding area. It was obviously a very old nativity complete with a manger and wooden cutouts for all those involved. Joseph appreciated the craftsmanship and thought it would be a perfect addition to their Christmas Village.

Downstairs, Mary continued her slow moving feeding of the reindeers. She would pause with each new contraction that arrived, welcoming the sensations that she knew were signs of steady progress. Their daughter was curled up in her pelvis, the solid feeling of the head had been a source of lightening crotch the last few days. But now with the contractions that pressure was becoming more irrefutable, her gait wider than ever, and each move felt like her body was loosening up and getting ready for an indescribable adventure. She rode out a few more contractions in a short space of time; in the next stall, by the plastic bucket of animal feed, then one happened mid-way between the two and she had to drop a scoop full of feed in order to hold onto the wooden support beam in the centre of the barn.

The crash of plastic on the floor followed by a groan of discomfort caught Joseph’s attention again.

“Hon?”

Mary’s inability to answer with anything other than a moan was all that spurred him to walk back to the edge. The central pillar was also the main support for the loft, and allowed him to look straight down at her.

“How we feeling hon?” He asked. Even in this cold, he couldn’t help noticing the sheen to her skin. She was sweating? It had to be near zero outside, yet he was damn sure Mary was panting like it was a hundred degrees in the barn.

“Ughhhh… just—just dandy…. Hooooooo…” Mary hummed long and low, arms stretched out in front of her as she pressed her weight against the beam and stuck her ass out behind.

This contraction was taking its sweet time in cresting, tighter and tighter her muscles clenched around the baby in her belly, moving all that weight and pressure downwards towards a singular point. She grunted, right as the wave peaked its worst, leaving her breathless.

When she recovered she let go of the beam and tilted her head towards the rattling roof, the storm whipping snow and wind across the barn. Her husband’s expression was a perfect mix of concern and pride; his bushy eyebrows had furrowed but hips lips were half pulled into a grin.

“Enjoying the view up there?” She jokingly snapped towards Joseph with a playful tone of a couple who’d been married many many years.

“Quite a bit actually.” He retorted, smirking. “I do believe I might’ve spotted a few grey hairs on that pretty head of yours.” Joseph raised an eyebrow, partially squinting as if examining her. “Hmmm, yep I see two new ones.”

The whistling wind outside gave their conversation a consistent background noise. Shifting panels added to it, an arrhythmic clanking of metal. Even now as they spoke to one another, Joseph noticed a small collection of snow gathering near the doors. Oh good, more gaps to fill. His gaze returned to his wife. That sheen was still apparent, and he couldn’t help wondering if those beads of sweat might freeze. After a healthy amount of staring at her face, his eyes drifted to her bump. The fur-lined padded coat was pulled tight over the orb of her belly making it difficult to clearly see its shape, but her stance and facial expressions told him all he needed to know.

“Can I convince you to take a ten minute break? I think we still have those water bottles stored for the concession stand.” A gut feeling said they likely were frozen solid, but it could be worth a shot. If anything she might be able to use them to cool down a little.

“Um…. Yeah okay.” Mary said quietly. She wanted to stay on her feet, keep moving and keep busy, but that last contraction really knocked the wind out of her. All that huffing and puffing was making her mouth awfully dry, and she was becoming aware of just how damp the back of her neck had gotten.

“Can you come down then and help me clean up this food?” Mary nodded towards the pellets now scattered over the concrete floor. “Damn… sorry I wasted so much. I don’t know what happened, one minute I was heading back to the stall and the next my hands were on that beam.”

Mary stayed where she was, one hand still on the beam while the other pressed into the base of her spine, the gentle rocking of her hips was unconscious but necessary. The heaviness seemed to be focused right in the depths of her pelvis and the only relief she could get was by shifting and swaying.

“Yeah yeah, you just want to see my ass as I bend over to get the food.” Creaking accompanied each step as he descended, one particularly loud crossmember gave far too much sway as he moved. With feet firmly planted on the floor, he walked to her. Joseph knew the food was important to clean and pick up, but the focus on his wife was more important. She seemed off still. There was no doubt that Mary was telling the truth of all she knew, but there must be something more.

Joseph took her face in his hands, and planted a kiss upon her forehead.

“Don’t worry about that.” He told her. “Food can be replaced. Besides, I spotted the reindeer eating a can yesterday. Lil dirt from the floor isn’t gonna hurt them.” He supported his wife for a few moments longer before letting her go back to the column. Mary knew when she’d need to sit down, and he had no intentions of trying to force her. Joseph walked to the food storage, searching around for a dustpan. It was a simple tool, an aluminum pan with a wood handled bristle brush. It worked for all messes. Mary was still there when he came back, her sway slow and rhythmic. Her stance seemed wider, and while it was hard to tell with the thick clothing he swore her knees were bent ever so slightly.

Joseph shook the thoughts away, and got to cleaning the spilled food.

With her husband nearby Mary relaxed a little. Then came the next contraction. Before she’d even had a chance to get that bottle of water that had been offered. It was forceful, tight and unrelenting in its wringing of her uterus. She found herself returning to that earlier position; wrapping both hands around the support beam and bending over slightly, letting her bump hang towards the ground while her hips rocked side to side.

“Ohhhhhh…. Hooooo….” The sounds were an automatic response to the sensations ravaging her body. Low, long humming sounds accompanied each strained exhale.

The temperature in the barn was cool, even with the heating on, but despite the winter storm outside Mary was getting warmer by the minute. She felt caged and trapped in her layers of clothes. She wanted to rip off her coat during this latest contraction but daren’t move from her current position as the beam was providing too much support in her stance. “Ohhhh god….” She moaned, eyes scrunching with the peak of the wave that spiked to a level she wasn’t expecting.

Before Mary knew, her husband was right there, hand firmly peddling into her lower back. The pressure eased, but Joseph realized it was because she was lowering herself instinctually. The floor had spots of water below her face, and Joseph quickly put together that she was really sweating now.

“I’m gonna move you a bit honey.” He said, quietly. “Just wanna get your jacket off.” The fabric was stretched tight over her womb, but he managed to unzip it. Heat radiated from within as the last little clip separated and the layers beneath were exposed. Three or four more layers were beneath, but her fur lined winter coat was by far the heaviest.

“Easy does it.” He took her hand off the pillar, sliding out that arm, and replaced it on the pillar. Then, the process was repeated with the other. He was just in time to stop her from losing balance as the next contraction built. Joseph tossed her jacket to the side, and held her hips, assisting the sway. “Breathe through it. I’ll get to work as soon as it passes…” And soon, it did.

When it finished Mary continued to waddle around the barn busying herself during what she assumed to be early labour, unimpeded by the constant worrying of her husband who stayed close by but not too close. Joseph was quick to finish feeding the reindeer, and even went as far as cleaning the fresher messes they’d just made.

Chores went on, but every time a contraction came, Joseph paused, gazing at his wife. Beneath all those layers his body was tensed, ready to run to her at a moments notice. Maybe they could go home, get her laying down in bed. He’d return tomorrow to finish up and check the animals. Just from the sound outside he knew this storm was getting worse, and their trip home became more perilous by the second. That squat and bend she kept doing were getting deeper each time she moaned. And the noises she made grew as exponentially as her positions changed.

“Mary?” He said as he walked back over. “Don’t bite my head off honey but, these are getting real bad real quick.” He tucked his hand beneath a few layers at her neckline and felt the heat of her body. “You sure this isn’t actually further than you thought?”

“Mmmmghh….m’fine…” she mumbled and shook her head dismissively. Mary had ended up at one of the windows, insulation wadding in one hand while the other currently braced the windowsill as her hips rocked back and forth. “Have to keep busy… so much to d-do…”

The windows were old, the surrounding wood slightly cracked in places, which wasn’t a problem during the warmer months but with the rapidly falling snow covering the lower half of the glass there was cool air whipping into the barn. Mary was doing her best to cover any gaps, wedging insulation in any place where air was getting through so as to protect the animals from the freezing temperatures outside.

But the contraction was holding her hostage, keeping her from the task. Instead she squeezed the insulation in her hand and bent towards the window, her breathing rapidly requiring more and more of her focus. She opened her mouth to speak, to reassure her husband everything was fine, but she was struggling to speak through the harsh weight in the bowl of her pelvis.

All that came from her mouth was a low rumbled sound as the contraction reached its crescendo and her knees trembled slightly. Not from the cold. From the sudden fullness in her hips. Which gave way just as promptly as it arrived.

It wasn’t the hum, it wasn’t her movements. The small nuances of his wife’s labor he knew well, but as she’d been working through that contraction there was a sharp inhale. He didn’t hear it, but just looking at Mary’s back he knew. Her shoulders jerked, and her body jolted ever so slightly, like she’d touched a tea pot she hadn’t realized was still too hot to move. Joseph wrapped his arm around her, a hand gripping hers as the other took hold of the underside of her stomach.

Something was off, and he noticed it immediately.

Earlier that day, when the couple had gotten dressed to head to the barn, Mary filled out her winter clothing to the point she’d had to suck in her bump a bit to button them. The momentary discomfort was a necessary issue to stop her freezing to death. Now though, the clothes covering her belly were loose. Not by much, but Joseph’s intimate knowledge of his wife’s curves told him that she was now changed from mere minutes ago.

“It’s ok baby, breathe.” The smallest hint of panic laced his words. Without telling her the reason, he gently moved his hand beneath the long knitted jumper she wore feeling her belly over the thermal maternity leggings. The bump was certainly smaller, and oblong in shape. The rock hard surface wasn’t what stopped him though. He reached lower, and found a damp, warm spot that from the outside was hidden. His heart froze faster than the blizzard outside could ever manage.

“Mary…” He said, wide eyed. “Mary you’re water broke.”

“Hmmm…. Yup…. Hoooo…. I guess this one might be more eager than her siblings to arrive.” Mary said softly now the contraction has passed, shifting her weight off the windowsill and back into her husband’s sturdy embrace.

In truth she felt it the moment it happened, that sudden spike and release of pressure. There was an element of hopeful denial still present until the warmth appeared between her thighs. Now Joseph’s hand was beneath her jumper, initially cradling the lowest part of her bump but then moved south to the apex of her legs, now damp with amniotic fluid.

“We’ve still got loads to sort out in here Joseph…. But I guess you’re not gonna be convinced to let us finish up before we go back to the house are you?” Mary said with an echo of a coy smile. Her head turned back to face him, her back still pressed against his chest as he held her supportively. It was one thing riding out early labour contractions and doing these chores, but with her waters now broken… they should probably start getting ready for baby’s arrival.

“Not a chance in hell darlin.” He said, leaning in to press his lips against hers. “I’m going to go get the truck started. One step at a time, your pace.” Joseph’s soft voice barely surpassed the wind outside, but his words held all the love and affection nearly twenty years of marriage could manage.

They walked, slowly, his arm around her waist to encourage her forward, while the other still gripped her hand. Thankfully they only paused once. A contraction, fierce enough that Mary’s grip transferred some of the pain to her husband.

“Breathe. It’s ok baby, you remember how it goes.” He took a deep breath in, and exhaled. They waited for it to pass, and Joseph mentally clocked how long it had been, and once over, started counting till the next. The side door to the barn was simple, the very same he’d walked in only an hour or two before. He made sure Mary was supported against the wall before trying the door. He pushed, and found it wouldn’t budge. Joseph frowned, putting his shoulder into the door. A fraction of an inch was all he got before it went back as it was.

“Dammit.” He hissed. “Cmon…” Joseph slammed into the door so hard snow came in from the momentary opening. He turned to Mary, apologetically. “I think the snow built up too much. I’ll try the other door.” He left her without another word, aiming to try the other small door. The barn had three in total, two small person sized entries, and the one large sliding door. He wasn’t going to bother with that one, knowing it was padlocked from the outside.

“Hmmmmm…. Ohhhh Joseph please don’t mess with me… I don’t think I can handle one of your jokes right now… uhhhh…” Mary groaned, planting her palms against the wall where her husband had left her and rotating her hips side to side.

How was the next contraction already happening?! It felt like she’d only just had one. Mary closed her eyes, blocking out the sound of Joseph jogging from one door to the other, concentrating on her breathing. In-two-three-four— Out-two-three-four. Without the cushioning of her waters the sensation of their baby’s head grinding into the depths of her pelvis made her stomach churn and odd sounds to escape. She jutted her hips back as she lent forward against the wall, trying to remember how to listen to her body’s cues. It had been years since she last did this, she just hoped her body could make it through and recover easily.

“God I wish I was joking darlin…” He said. The other door opposite where Mary stood was so wigged down with snow that even hitting it as hard as he could with his shoulder wouldn’t move it an inch. The snow by now had to be multiple feet high for that sort of weight to counter him. He knew that it wasn’t truly that much snow on the ground, but the infinite drifts coming along with the high winds. “Shit!” Joseph’s foot planted firmly in the door, one last defiant attempt before hope left him. They were trapped.

Mary’s moans echoed, the sheer volume now on par with the dying wind. At least that was one benefit, he told himself. If the barn got enough snow on it the sound of the wind would be muffled. He returned to his wife’s side, sole focus on her and the baby. He didn’t know what to do, not in this situation. Yes they had kids, but seven years was a long time, and his memory of their youngest birth was only of their drive to the hospital with an eight year old and a two year old in the back seat.

“Breathe baby.” He told her. “We will figure something out. I promise.”

“Uggghh…. What’s…what’s the problem?” Mary tried to keep talking through the contraction but found her words hitching on the gulps of air she was taking. Tight, twisting, aggressive pulses in her womb made her face scrunch and a whimper to ready itself in her throat.

“Why…aren’t…we…leaving…?” She panted. “Ohhhh god-!” The contraction peaked, spiking to a new level, and her knees nearly buckled. Joseph quickly grabbed her hips, pressing up against her body from behind to keep her supported and upright in her forward-lean against the wall. The contraction was too strong, too powerful, after the breaking of her waters and Mary struggled to stay focused on anything except the slow building pressure in her pelvis.

“Well, a minor inconvenience came up honey.” He kept her rocking side to side. Joseph felt her knees trying to bend, and his grip tightened to prevent a potential fall. “So uh, how about we just have her here? You know, in the barn?” A nervous chuckle that had no humor emerged with the statement. “I-I mean it’s warm, we have water, there’s… blankets…”

Mary groaned, a deep sound not related to Joseph’s statement. The contraction had finally let her go and she melted back against her husband.

“D-don’t be ridiculous! I am not having our child in a barn!” Mary snapped, assuming Joseph was just trying to be funny. Her eyes had closed, her hands now off the wall and instead were making large circles around her bump that was full and stretched beneath the knit of her jumper dress. It served no purpose except to provide some level of comfort and possibly to sooth the baby inside.

“Stop joking around and just get me out of here honey.” She said, lifting her head and trying to ready herself for the long walk from the barn to the truck.

“That’s not happening.” Joseph said plainly. “Mary, I need you to stay calm… the snow is too high, and the doors are all blocked. We aren’t getting out of here, not for a while.” As an extra form of comfort for his laboring wife, he lifted the back of her knit sweater, digging beneath layers of fabric till he found bare skin. It was slick with sweat, and while normally he knew she didn’t like his cold hands after being outside, he hoped this time it might soothe her overly warm body.

“Oh! Bloody hell—” Mary gasped in surprise, Joseph’s icicle fingers suddenly on her back. But then she moaned in relief, head tilting back onto his shoulder. “Mmmmh… you’re damn lucky… ooooh.. I’m in labour and overheating. Otherwise I might have slapped you for that.” She almost purred as she relished the cool touch of her husband's hand that pressed into her lower back in just the right place.

After a beat, the information sank in and Mary opened her eyes, turning in Joseph’s hold to face him. Her eyes wide and uncertain.

“So…we’re…. we’re trapped in our barn, snowed in, and I’m in labour with our fourth kid who seems to be in a hurry… is that what you’re saying?” The words felt more akin to a soap opera than the life of a married couple living on a farm.

“If you wanna put a label on it… yes.” He told her, trying to smile. “But we will be alright, like I said, there’s blankets, warmth… kinda, and plenty of space.”

The look in his wife’s eyes told him that slap was still on the table. The turn Mary had made to face him inadvertently lifted her sweater and shirt, ending with his hands on either side of her misshapen womb. His thumbs caressed it, already matching her body’s heat thanks to the back rub.

“We got this hon. I promise.”

Mary pulled her lips into a forced smile, trying to mirror her husband's confidence. “You sound pretty sure…. But I’m not… how can we do this? By ourselves? In a fucking barn!”

The telltale sign of the next incoming contraction was given away when her last words went up an octave and her swollen chest hitched to gulp down oxygen. Her arms moved without thought to loop around Joseph’s neck, her face burying into the thick wool of his coat as a hiss slipped past her teeth. A firm ball of granite now rested in her husband's palm where her soft pliable bump once was - the contraction hitting her full force.

The incredible weight of their daughter pressed down into her pelvis, forcing her knees to part and bend slightly. Mary hung from her husband's sturdy frame, moaning deeply and circling her hips around the growing pressure.

“Ohhhhhhh…. Jos-seph…. Uhhhhh… this h-hurts so much more than—ooooof— I remember…." Mary whimpered slightly, clinging to her best friend and husband for dear life. The pressure may have been astronomical but they both knew it was just the beginning. And the sounds she made in childbirth weren’t entirely foreign, the husky sound of her moans echoing around the snow-covered barn.

“I know hon.” Joseph’s words were soft with encouragement. “If we are stuck here…” He took a deep breath before spoke again, the gravity of his next sentence far too important to just say outright. “I want you to listen to your body. There’s no chance we keep her in till the snow is gone, so don’t hurt yourself. Moan, push, cry, bite, do whatever you must.” The contraction, still gripping his wife, allowed his palm on her skin to actually feel the outline of her womb. Joseph waited for her body to release its hold, all the while running fingers through her sweat matted hair.

“Breathe.” He soothed, letting Mary’s full weight hang on him. “Breathe through it Mary.” His wife knew him well enough to actually hear when he was smiling, an expression he wore now without remorse.

With a squeeze of her fingers on his broad shoulders, the contraction finally let go and Mary sighed with relief. She lifted her head, a smile ghosting across her face to match her husband.

“This, is nuts. And so bloody typical.” The comforting touch of her husband and his confident reassurance was enough to pull the labouring woman from the edge of panic. “I mean every one of our other children took their sweet time. But this one? I can already tell she’s going to be a handful.”

Reluctantly Mary pulled away from Joseph, needing to shift and move a little, a biological drive to keep her body in motion to help and aid in the mammoth task ahead. Her hand went to her lower back, arching back to stretch out the tightness lingering in her spine. The move jutted her bump forwards and her husband was quick to make possessive contact with the evidence of his impending offspring.

“Hey now…. Don’t give me that look, it’s what got us here in the first place.” She playfully scolded. “I think I wanna move around a little, if we’re really stuck here I don’t want to stay in one spot. I already feel a little claustrophobic just knowing there’s too much snow blocking the doors.”

“Actually, my love, I believe it was a bottle of wine and a back massage coupon I’d given you for your birthday.” Joseph retorted, his smile never ceasing. The couple began long, slow circuits around the interior of the barn. There wasn’t much in the way of unique routes, but Joseph steered Mary through the different areas. The bales first, then to the stalls, then over to the sleigh, to the brushing and storage area, to the center pillar, and back again.

Eyes examining her like a hawk, Joseph mentally catalogued her every breath, any and all movements of her body whether they were voluntary or not. On the second circuit, and three more contractions down, Joseph noticed her stance widen. It was marginal, barely an inch or two of difference, but to him it was a sign of things moving.

“She really is an impatient one.” He said, still rubbing Mary’s back. The back of her knit sweater and shirt was lifted, her skin exposed. With the excess body heat she radiated, Joseph could actually see steam coming off her skin.

“Ooooh…. Can you hold and press my hips for this o-one…” Mary asked as she stopped with the first twinges in her womb, a contraction firmly on its way with very little warning anymore. They were on their third circuit and currently by the stalls that housed the horses and reindeer.

With a fast shuffle Mary made a beeline to the nearest stall, its half-door bolted shut, and immediately planted her arms along its top edge. Folding her arms she buried her face in the crook of her elbow while her ass and hips stayed behind, jutting backwards with the strength of the contraction forcing her pelvis open. Her husband’s hands were quick to grip her, not painfully but strong enough to make a difference. She growled, a combination of pain and thankful relief.

With her waters long gone, Mary could feel every centimetre of their child taking up room inside the narrowest point in her body. It forced her pant, the pressure creaking her hips apart, the weight that was getting more and more persuasive with every clench of her uterus.

“Ughhhh….harder….put your full weight against m-me…J-Joseph-!” She managed as the contraction reached a peak she wasn’t ready for.

“Ok! Ok…” Joseph did as she asked. Mary was pressed against him, his grip on her becoming more vice like than before. Thumbs dug into the base of her spine, and in the back of his mind he knew she’d have bruises as a result. That however, was not the concern at the moment. Joseph widened his stance, a foot behind him so that as she pressed against him, they wouldn’t both lose balance. “You’re doing great love.”

The raging storm only grew louder, wind becoming a howl as the direction changed, and caused the roof to shudder. The window that not long before Mary had failed to fully insulate blew open, a torrent of snow coming in with malicious intent. All the heat left the barn before the contraction even ended, and Joseph knew they needed to close it. Mary couldn’t do this alone though, even if she thought she could, he wasn’t going to leave her side till their daughter was here. That only left two options, he makes her walk with him to try and close the window, or they suffer the cold as she labors.

“Nnnghh—what-was-that-?” Mary groaned, hearing the bang of the window flying open.

Joseph told her the wind had blown open a window and she knew they’d have to close it. She already felt the cold air whip around the inside of the barn even with her head buried into her folded forearms. As nice as the cool air was on her sweaty and overheated skin, the freezing temperature wasn’t good for the animals and certainly wouldn't be for a newborn. They had to close it.

But the contraction still held her uterus in a vice, its strong clenching grip bringing low guttural sounds from her chest. So low! The baby felt so damn low!

It may have been many many years since she last went through this, but even Mary knew things were progressing quickly. The pressure alone that was building in her pelvis was undeniable evidence of how close she was getting to giving birth. Her husband knew this too, from the way she moved and her desperate pleas for more counterpressure.

When the contraction ended, Mary took a moment to catch her breath as she had started to pant rather heavily. Slowly lifting her head she released her grip from the stall door.

“We… we need to close that window darling. B-before the wind and snow undoes all our h-hard work.” She went to move, her husband’s arm wrapping around her waist in preparation for the journey across the barn, but immediately faltered.

“Ooooo… oh Joseph… baby feels low…. really low….”

“I know Mary, it’s ok.” His arm held her a little tighter, they couldn't delay getting the window closed. “Focus on breathing, in, and out, just like before.” Whether it was the frigid cold, or her own pain, Mary was shaking in his arms. “Just a few more steps.” Each step was a fight, especially as her weight was placed on him more and more.

Drifts were already building from the open window, and the torrent of snow trying to turn the interior of the barn into a winter wonderland. By the time they’d reached the halfway point from the stall to the window, a walk that took what felt like an hour but in reality couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, melted snow was beneath their feet. Leading up it was collecting, reaching over an inch in some areas despite the short span of exposure.

Mary tensed, just as they were getting within arms reach of the window.

“Mary? What’re you doing?” Joseph asked. Beneath his hand he felt her stomach tense once more, and a sound he hadn’t heard in years came from her. “Mary!”

It happened without planning, or thought, or even self-awareness; Mary stopped and bent over, one arm draped around Joseph’s shoulder while the other braced her thigh, and with bent knees a low primal grunting sound roared from the depths of her chest.

“Nnnnghh—!”

All the air stayed inside her lungs as every muscle in her body clenched down, down, down. The act of pushing began so suddenly without warning, shocking the both of them, but she couldn’t help it. For a brief ten seconds, Mary lost control and nature took over

“Hon!” Joseph couldn’t kneel before her for risk of Mary losing her balance, he was forced to stand. “Baby not now, not yet.” They hadn’t even made a makeshift bed for her.

The moment was gone as fast as it struck and on trembling legs Mary curled into her husband's arms to recover and catch her breath.

“Hoooo…hoooo… oh Joseph…. I’m sorry… I think I just pushed a little bit…? I c-couldn’t stop it…. Oh god… this baby is coming f-fast…..” The quiet sob against her husband’s chest was barely audible over the sound of the wind howling through the open window, but he still heard it. He felt it. The way her back hitched a little with the spike of emotions crashing through his darling wife.

“It’s ok.” It’s not. “It’s gonna be alright.” Doubtful. Joseph’s mind yelled at him at how bad this could be. All three of their previous children had taken so long, in the back of his thoughts Joseph had imagined that despite her water breaking so soon, Mary wouldn’t actually need to do anything till after the storm passed. But this baby really was coming, and they had no way to stop her.

Arms around his wife, Joseph simply held her close as her tears froze. Gently, he turned with her, making his back face the window to take the brunt of the cold.

“I… I have to close the window.” He finally said. Frost had started to form on his wife’s hair, the sweat soaked locks becoming their own misshapen icicles on her head. Even as hot as she was feeling, a gut sensation told him that his wife and their new baby wouldn’t survive if the cold continued. “Step with me.” The command was soft, whispered into her ear with encouragement. “Nice and slow Mary…” The couple made it two steps, and Joseph couldn’t stop the shudder as he was blasted with a particularly gruesome gust of snow laced wind. An arm still supporting her, he turned, slamming the window shut, and grabbing a nearby trowel to wedge between the frame and the window itself.

Mary kept a firm grip on Joseph, as they moved and while he shut the window, not trusting her own legs that were quivering inside her thermal insulated leggings. While he worked to close the breach in their warm sanctuary Mary meanwhile focused on her breathing and tried ever so hard not to think about how her pelvis felt like it was being crushed from the inside.

The immeasurable weight pressing down on her pelvis and cervix was almost nauseating. She could feel the baby moving, restless, probably just as uncomfortable as she was. They both had a tough task ahead of them.

“Oooohhh… oh-it’s-happening-again—Josephhhhh….” Mary whined against her husband’s chest as the next crest of pressure rolled quickly towards her. “I need.. I need to m-m-mooooove—”

Mary started to sink towards the snow-covered floor with the returning urge to bear down. But she was more prepared this time; eyes closed she began to pant instead through the colossal pressure sitting right in the depths of her hips, though her lowering squat wasn’t the most reassuring sign for her husband.

“What?” He stopped her just in time before her squat lowered too far. Snow still littered the ground, and without a doubt if she got down into it, her clothing would be soaked. Hypothermia along with labor was a combo Joseph had zero interest in entertaining. “No you don’t…” Mary needed down, and he struggled to hold all her weight with the awkward grip he had.

“Not here darlin.” Eyes darting, Joseph searched for somewhere she could have support but not be on the floor. The sleigh? No, hard wood combined with a plethora of splinters thanks to a poor sanding. The loft? Plenty of old chairs, but getting her up the ladder was an impossible task. The stalls were too dangerous, the feed area still had snow…

“Walk with me.” He said, though he had little optimism that she could walk. Together, with Joseph keeping most of her weight, the couple moved to the corner of the barn. Despite a rough winter, they still had loads of hay, stacked taller than either of them at its peak. However, many spots were eye level, or even better, at sitting height.

The weight pressing down in her pelvis was relentless, keeping Mary’s legs wide in her ungainly move across the barn. She clung to her husband, huffing and humming through the contraction that kept drawing her instincts to the ground.

“Ohhhh—ohhhhh- Joseph—! I can’t— baby feels too lowwwww…..” Mary’s voice was strained with the effort of trying to stay standing, not to squat down to relieve the monumental pressure forcing its way through her hips.

They barely reached the quiet corner of the barn stacked with cubes of hay when the contraction reached its crescendo. Mary pushed herself out of her husband’s grip in a feral animalistic nature, staggering wide-legged with a hand between her thighs, and she collapsed down onto her knees right in front of a tied up bale of hay. Open, she needed her pelvis low and open. Mary’s arms shook as she flung her chest over the block of hay, keeping her knees wide and ass out behind, belly hanging towards the floor while her hands curled over the far edge of the bale of hay. She let out a low growl as she pulled backwards, feeling that pressure sink deeper into her hips, moving through her pelvis which was slowly opening with her rocking kneeling motion.

“Nnnnghhhh… ohhhhh-god-no…..” she mooed out her words, low and primal, as the contraction peaked.

“Exhale with the pain.” He ordered.

It was time. What delays might have been possible were now moot. Joseph watched in awe as Mary fought to control herself through the growing wave of the contraction. Helpless to do anything else, he knelt beside her, the ball of his hand firmly pressing into her spine. The hay was a solid support for her to lean on, and Joseph quietly was thankful that it was far too cold for snakes to be hiding in between the stacks.

“How you feeling?” The question was idiotic considering the circumstances, but Joseph was at a loss. How could he do more? Maybe if they were home he could have gotten her stripped and comfortable, but out here? Even in the relative warmth of the barn he was afraid that undressing her could be harmful, and while they did have blankets, they weren’t the warmest in existence.

“P-pressure—just-so-much-pressure…” Mary hummed into the bale of hay, the rough straw scratching her cheek as her face almost squashed against it, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t think beyond the weight in the bowl of her pelvis, a deep biological drive to keep her hips circling around it, as if she could drive it away or find a position that removed its urgency. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t contracting anymore, the steady thrum of nature continued to build.

“It’s not—going away— the pressure is just there. C-can you h-hold my h-hips together p-please darling…. Feels like…they’re being p-pulled ap-apart….” Her request was quiet but the desperation in her plea was still loud and clear, and the reason for it was as undeniable as the storm outside; their baby was getting closer.

He didn’t hesitate, rising again to his feet. Before moving to behind her, Joseph leaned in close to her cheek. Hay was in her hair, disheveled and sweating like she’d been working in the field all day, the look reminding him all too well of their first meeting so long ago.

“We are gonna be ok.” He whispered into her ear. “I’m here, aint going anywhere.” Joseph kissed her cheek, and proceeded to take hold of her hips. Working for so long outside, Joseph had that ‘farmer strength’, applying so much pressure that he worried about hurting her. The effort was only reassured when he visibly saw Mary relax. The movement was barely more than a sigh, but he knew her body language so well that the smallest shift told him how she was doing.

“Do you need to push?” He hoped she’d say no, but was damned sure that she was already close to that point. That little grunt earlier already told him she was there, but he needed her to say it, to admit openly that it was time. Denying would only lead to more pain for her. Of that, he was certain.

“Hoooooo…. I don’t…know…. Ah….” Mary whimpered beneath his touch, his hands feeling like they were the only thing holding her together right now.

While her husband kept a steady pressure on each hip, squeezing deliciously together to counter the pressure splitting them apart, she continued to rock on her elbows and knees and Joseph beautifully followed along with her rhythm.

“Oooooh… it’s just never ending… feels like… ohhhhh like a boulder is in there. Feels…fucking huge…. Ohhhh god…. Another one…” Mary spluttered, readjusting her arms along the depth of the hay bale and gripping the rope on the other side. The next contraction squeezed her uterus and she grunted low and long.

“Yes—!! Yes I need to p-p-push—Joseph!!” She panicked, trying to hold on as long as she could. She wasn’t ready to have this baby now, hell the storm was still raging and her clothes were still on. The whimper that came from her mouth signaled how much she was holding back, but her body was twitching in dire need to bear down.

“Mary.” His voice was level. In the past, his wife was always the more level headed, the solidity of the family. Now, she was panicked, frantic even. Joseph had to keep her calm, and guide her. “Mary, you need to push.” A hand left her hip, reaching beneath her clothes to rub at her lower back. “When it comes, you don’t hold back. Bring our baby girl to us.”

As she contemplated his words, Joseph subtly altered her stance. His foot cemented between her legs, gently nudging her knees a bit further apart. His hand also pressed against her, forcing her to lower her hips ever so slightly. He recalled exactly how she’d delivered their other children, the positions she was in. This one was the one she’d seemed to like most. He felt her shaking, and leaned in.

“Push…”

It was as if her body reacted to his words, his instruction. Immediately everything sank south and she was bearing down without intent. Her mouth dropped open, a low rumbling sound of effort spilling from the depths of her chest as she pushed, her cheek now fully planted against the block of hay.

“Nnnnghhhhh-!!!” Mary grunted, a combination of blissful relief of actually pushing mixed with the undeniable pressure from the baby dropping lower. She gasped, sucking a mouthful of air before going again. Her thighs shook but she focused all her efforts into one singular act. Bearing down.

Joseph hummed with encouragement. “Good girl, that’s it. Another big push for me darlin’.”

Mary groaned, a primal lowing sound of effort as she pushed. The baby was shifting, she could feel her pelvis splitting open around the descending child, that pressure reaching and breaching her cervix. “Ohhhhhh…ughhhhh… oh fuck….” Mary groaned after a few more seconds of pushing, then slumping over the bale of hay she began panting to catch her breath back.

“Oh Joseph…. I dunno… if it’s just been too long since I last did this, but… she feels massive. I barely moved her.”

“It’s just cause it’s been so long baby.” He reassured her, keeping a hand on her back. "She's just as big as the others accordin’ to the doc.” There was something wrong with this, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Somehow, this birth was different, aside from the blatant obviousness of her wanting out fast and choosing a barn of all places to be born. “Remember with the others? Our eldest? As soon as he was born you literally told me ‘that wasn’t so bad.’ You’ll make it through, and we will be laughing about this tomorrow.”

There weren’t many other ways for her to open up, not from what Joseph could think of. His wife was low, her knees spread, back arched. This was all down to her.

“Do you need to change positions? I can rearrange the bales of hay.” He was just throwing ideas, and if he was honest there was zero expectation of a clear answer considering the pain coursing through Mary’s body.

She shifted her body, a gentle rocking motion forward and back, side to side, reflecting on how she felt and what would be best. Eventually Mary shook her head.

“No. Wanna stay h-here….” Her words caught a little on the steady weight filling her pelvis more and more each second. Joseph was right - the doctor had said this baby was no different to their others in terms of size. It must just be her older years making this seem harder, but the baby felt bigger, more irrefutable somehow now she’d dropped.

“Could you…help me relax a bit? Like we did for our second and third?” Mary asked before the next contraction could steal her request. For those births they were a bit more familiar with the process and doing home births each time allowed them to try more intimate ways of relaxing into labour and helping her to open up. Something instinctive told Mary she would need all the help she could get for this one.

“Of course darlin’.”

Three previous kids, the first a panic of new experiences, the other two far more quiet and controlled. Joseph knew what his wife was asking, and let his hands do the work. Her curves became a canvas, and his fingers the brush he’d use to paint a calming sensation. He began, with lifting her sweater. Her exposed belly glistened with the sweat of exertion, and he took his time letting his fingers caress the stretched tight flesh he found there.

“Relax baby.” He hummed. “I’ve got you.”

He kept rubbing her stomach, leaning in to press a kiss to her shoulder. Whispers kept coming, but his hand, it moved down. Joseph found her insulated leggings, and slipped beneath. Her undergarments remained wet thanks to her waters breaking, and the cold making it nigh on impossible for them to dry. Joseph started to make little circles between the fabric, all the while keeping his face close to hers.

Mary’s whole body quivered under his touch. A shudder felt through her soul.

“Good girl.” He cooed into her ear.

“S-S-Sensitive— ohhhh…” she gasped, Joseph’s ministrations making gentle circles right where she needed. Active labour had transformed every cell in her body into a beacon of sensitivity; the cold on her exposed skin, the heat of her flesh beneath the layers of clothes, the light breath of Joseph’s whispers on her cheek - every sensation was an overwhelming symphony.

Moving her hips counterclockwise against her husband’s strokes, Mary rocked a little and focused her mind on only the good. Her body was doing something incredible, ancient and inspiring. With the help and support from her best friend, lover, father of her children, she was changing her mindset from seeing pain to productivity.

“Oooohh… con-contraction’s—comin’—” she hummed. Lowering her head back down on the hay bale, she sunk her pelvis backwards against his hand, chasing that friction and pressure and slowly but surely she found herself pushing down to meet it. Grunting beautifully into the crook of her elbow.

“That’s it…” He said, a smile on his lips. “You’re doing great.”

The stimulation continued, with Joseph’s movements only increasing in pressure and speed when Mary’s contraction started to grow. Whispers of encouragement came, and he took the time to apply counter pressure to her spine. As she labored, he studied her. When he was moving too slow, her hips increased in their pace. Too fast, and it was as if she was trying to match him in pace to ease the stimulation. He was a patient man though, and worked to find the sweet spot, no matter how long it took.

“Talk to me.” Joseph said. “You think the kids will be excited to see their sister wanted to spend Christmas with them?”

“H-hopefully— unnnghhh— though our y-youngest is annoyed she’s not g-gonna be the youngest anymore—oooohhhhh…!”

With a sharp inhale, Mary stretched her arms over the bale and pushed hard with the current contraction. Teeth bared and her breath visible in the cold temperature of the barn, she focused all her energy downwards on that gigantic boulder between her hips. The sound from her chest was low and gravelled and thick with animalistic focus. But once it was over she whimpered with frustration.

“Can you f-feel anything-?” Her words caught on desperation. “It doesn’t feel like anything is ha-happening… she’s still wedged there in my pelvis. It doesn’t feel like I’m doing anything.”

Mary rolled her hips around while her elbows took most of her weight, her bump hanging parallel to the edge of the hay bale. “Ohhhh the pressure is driving me n-nuts— but when I push— it doesn’t go away.” Her eyes began to well a little in frustration, all her labouring and working to bring the baby down seeming to slow and almost stop. Right at the most intense and crucial stage.

Joseph’s hand stopped its motions, his focus turning to figuring out whether or not the baby was making progress. Palm flat, he slid deeper into her pants, a frown creasing his features. All this time, all that effort, and he couldn’t even feel the smallest bump from the baby coming out. This wasn’t right, was it? Pushing should have at the very least made them able to feel the head starting to poke out.

“She’s not there babe.” He said, withdrawing from her leggings. Joseph rubbed her stomach for some added comfort as he tried to think. Suddenly, an idea came. “Here, up we go darlin…”

Husband and wife, working together despite him not telling her what he was doing, rose up. There was no way she would be able to stand, not with the levels of exhaustion he knew she felt. Joseph sat on the hay bale, keeping a steady grip on his wife, and slowly he guided her forward towards him. Her advanced labor meant her legs were naturally wide enough for his knees to slip between, and slowly he helped her sit on his lap. Mary groaned against his neck as she sank into a squat, her legs wide and hooked over each of his thighs, her pelvis low between his knees. She had no need to support her own weight or balance, her husband did that for her by wrapping his arms behind her lower back and letting her sling her arms over each of his shoulders.

“This should help.” He whispered in her ear. “Try pushing when the contraction comes…” Joseph had every intention of helping her with some more, distractions, but wasn’t going to start till she truly needed it and it would be more effective.

Mary hummed, the change in position already making a difference. She felt wider, more open, the baby felt even lower and heavier than ever before. She moved her arm a little, looping one around her husband's neck and inhaling the comforting smell of his cologne.

“Mmmmmh… better…. ooooohhhhhh…. She feels incredibly low darling.” She moaned against his chest, hips twitching a little unconsciously around the weight of their baby.

When the next contraction arrived it struck with a laser focus Mary barely had time to inhale before her body demanded she push. Her thighs squeezed around her husband's legs as she bore down, her ass dropping low between his knees trying to open her pelvis even more. The growl of effort was muffled against Joseph’s thick winter coat, but her body trembled with the effort. One almighty push… two almighty pushes. By the third, she felt it.

“It’s— unngghhhhh— working— can— feel— her— moving— oh-fuck!… down.”

Progress was minuscule but to Mary, every millimetre was a sign of progress and gave her hope.

“Good job darlin’.” Joseph’s voice remained a whisper. Her lower back and midriff remained exposed, and the focus of his hands. Calloused hands rubbed against her bare, sweat slick skin. Wide circles, working in conjunction with one another as he applied more pressure to the base of her spine on each pass. Every hitch in her breathing was felt against his own chest.

Contractions were coming faster and harder, without a proper timer it was difficult to tell, but Joseph had a gut feeling that this contraction currently making his wife dig her nails into him was only a minute or two after the last. The previous distraction had worked wonders, though was unfeasable in their current position. So, Joseph decided to try a different approach. His left hand no longer made circles on her spine, instead gliding along glistening flesh to where her knit sweater was hiked up.

Mary instantly made a whining sound when his hand left her lower back. “Mmmhh… no…. why… taken… hand away…?”

“I’ve got you love…”

The oven that was the space between her sweater and skin was a far cry from the cold in the barn. Joseph found what he was looking for, the maternity bra held her breast in check after they’d swelled with milk in recent months. Of course, he had no complaints about it, and knew all too well how sensitive they were from their more intimate moments during the last trimester. Following the band around, he found the clasp holding it in place, and with a flick of the wrist, her bra was undone. He shifted again, finding the front and tugged, already knowing that a reaction was imminent. Her breasts were loose, and free to use as he felt necessary to ease her discomfort. And it all started, with his palm cupping, and giving a gentle squeeze.

“Ohhh god!” Mary’s head went back and she gasped. Her skin, her body, every cell was already hyper sensitive while in the deep throes of labour. The friction of her thick padded maternity bra being dragged over her nipples was enough to make her shudder, but then he squeezed.

The moan that left her lips was not of pain but bountiful pleasure, her husband knowing exactly what he was doing right now. His index finger and thumb made gentle but focused work on her left breast, milk escaping from the ducts onto his calloused fingertips. The stimulation had another desired effect with the quick appearance of a strong contraction.

Mary hummed, low and deep, her hands gripping his shoulders as she lifted slightly on his lap before sinking down between his knees with another guttural push.

“Nnnnnghhh—ohhhhh— she’s— she’s right—there—ohhhhhh Joseph— I can feel the h-head coming—ugggghhh!!”

“That’s my girl.” He kept his voice calm, squeezing a bit harder. “Keep on pushing, she’s gonna be here before you know it.” His forehead pressed against hers, their eyes shut as he listened to her breathing, the deep vibration in her throat as the primal need to give in took over. “Breathe…” As he gave the command, his palm offered her chest another gentle squeeze. The warmth of her milk poured over the gaps between his fingers. At least their daughter wouldn’t be hungry when she came.

Mary gulped down air, trying to gather her strength between contractions, to follow her husband’s guidance. Joseph was familiar with the sight of his labouring wife, recognised every subtle move or reaction, knowing when a contraction was coming or when the urge to push was too great. When Mary sighed with relief he told her to breathe, when her body stiffened on his lap - when her back became rigid and tense - he guided her through each push.

“Ugggghh… she feels so… big!” Mary groaned after a huge forceful push that didn’t grant the progress she wanted. The weight of their child was low, imminent, pressing against the exit of her body. The familial stretching sensation began to burn beneath her underwear but she had no idea if she was even close to crowning. “C-can you check— me—please— mmmmmghh…..”

“Course.” Joseph’s grip on her breast disappeared, the need for counter pressure on her back far more important than the distraction from the pain. “Try to rise, just a little.”

Mary, with Joseph’s help, managed to rise up by just a few inches. That was all he needed. Just as before, his fingers found the elastic band of her leggings and slipped in. Her panties remained soaked, and a nagging feeling told him that there was something else they should have already done, but, he was drawing a blank. Oh well, must not be that important. Joseph dug beneath her panties, finding Mary’s opening. Her skin was already pulled taut, and yet, her lips only seemed to barely be opened. He couldn’t even feel the head, just soft flesh surrounded by tight skin.

“You’re openin’ darlin, but I don’t feel the baby.”

Mary’s head lowered against Joseph’s shoulder and she huffed with frustrated disappointment. “Oooooh— how— that’s not right— there’s so much fucking pressure!”

She was sure the baby was close, it felt damn well close with the weight pressing down and stinging her sensitive lower lips. Mary’s pelvis felt like it was being cracked open, the birth canal absolutely full with their fourth child. But Joseph couldn’t feel the baby… either something was wrong or her age was having more of an impact than they’d imagined.

With her husband’s hand still beneath her layers of clothes, gently circling and cupping her crotch, Mary gave another push. Forceful and intentional, focusing all her efforts on bringing their baby down. Bearing down she was rewarded only with more pain, a spike in the white hot burning at the apex of her thighs. She jolted abruptly, ceasing her pushing, and whimpered like a wounded animal.

“No…. Ohhhh… Joseph… it’s not right… something’s there… I’m sure of it!!” Mary croaked, her body twitching instinctively as if she could simply escape the spike in pressure and pain that was blinding her senses.

Joseph’s frown wasn’t of frustration but of confusion. The others were blatantly obvious when they began to emerge from between her quaking thighs. Without a protest, he checked her again, this time shutting his eyes as he let his hand build a picture. She was open, the stretched flesh of her lips surrounding the softness that he still hadn’t placed. It couldn’t be the baby though, their heads were more firm. This was more like…

Joseph’s eyes opened, and there was a panic in them that surpassed all that came before.

“Mary…” He said, toughening his tone to keep the rising fear out. “Mary I don’t think that’s the head coming.” Joseph had to search for the word, so long since he’d read any of the books, this was baby four! Surely nothing would have been different. How wrong they were. “She’s comin’ out backwards hon, she’s breech.”

“Wh—What?! No!!!! She can’t be—nnnnnggghhhhhh!” Mary’s disbelief transformed into a low grunting sound of effort as her body forced her push once again.

As she pushed against the giant irrefutable boulder in her pelvis, feeling its heaviness against her sensitive opening, bulging her body with its size, the penny finally dropped. That was why this was so difficult, why she was struggling to make progress. It wasn’t her age; their poor little girl was the wrong way up - she was coming out bum-first.

“Oooohhh Joseph…. She can’t…. She can’t come out like this…. Something’s gonna go wrong… she’s going to get h-hurt… We need doctors… we need help….” Mary sobbed after the involuntary push. Her mind running a thousand miles a minute. A breech birth was so much more dangerous, and with Mary’s older years technically making this a ‘geriatric pregnancy’, it was even more risky. This was bad. This was so terribly bad. “What… what do we do—? Ohhhh god she’s right there! Nnnnnnghhh!!!”

“Wait wait!” Joseph’s pleas fell of deaf ears. She needed to stop pushing right? At first it seemed like the birth could be simple, if a bit unorthodox. The baby being breech changed everything. Maybe it was worth trying to get her out to the truck again, to risk the drive to the hospital. Could they make it? Fat fuckin chance. Joseph’s thoughts ended with their daughters minute progress into his palm, stretching his wife impossibly wider. Between the child and Mary’s leggings, his hand was squeezed into place.

“Baby you can’t keep pushing, we, shit, is there anything we can do? I-I don’t think turning her around is an option.”

“No it certainly is—nnnnnghhhh!— not an option Joseph! She’s not a car— oooooh— she can’t reverse, turn around and come back again!” Mary snapped through gritted teeth, pushing automatically midway through her sentence. Her body was working to deliver this child whether they were ready or not, prepared or not, head-first or not. This baby was coming and she was coming now.

The position of the baby made everything feel….more. More intense, more overwhelming, more painful, more burning. And yet Mary was entirely stuck in this position - straddling her husband with her ankles hooked around his calves, her backside hanging between his spread knees. Though the way it opened her pelvis so wide might be the only reason she was making any sort of progress right now.

“If…. If she’s breech… is she… butt-first? Is that what’s coming out? You can’t feel a foot or anything can you?” Mary tried to think, to clear her mind. What did they need to do, how could they make sure their daughter arrived as safe as possible while trapped in this fucking barn.

“Just her butt, no feet or anything.” His hand shifted, moving around the edge of her opening to see if there was anything different. All he could find was what he believed to be the baby’s hip, a little bone hidden beneath some baby fat. “She’s moving down though, there’s progress but it’s damn slow.” Not that she needed to be told that, the snippy comment was evidence enough of how overwhelming the situation was. “I don’t know what to do Mary.” He met his wife’s eyes, and any chance he had of hiding the newfound fear was gone. “Do I need to try and get you to the truck again?”

Mary shook her head, blowing a slow exhale through her pursed lips. “We’ll… never make it…. Plus… the doors are j-jammed shut, remember?”

Between contractions Mary hummed, holding tight to her husband's shoulders as she gently circled her hips. The indescribable pressure sitting at the apex of her thighs was overbearing, their baby so close and yet so far. It felt like an impossible task, to deliver something that felt so huge. It was frightening and daunting and she couldn’t help but doubt if they would even survive this. But she couldn’t let that fear take hold. They had to do this. They just had to.

“H-Help me… stretch and… relax…. She’s gotta come out Joseph, and soon…. Ooooohh-ugh— contractions-coming—”

Of course, he should have remembered that the doors weren’t able to open. Calm, he couldn’t help her stay calm unless he was calm. Joseph’s best option was to keep his hand in her leggings to help her relax. He leaned back so they could see one another, and despite the fear in his eyes, all he spoke was encouragement and love.

“We’ll make it.” He told her, all the while his middle and index finger began to trace around her lips, gently, slowly. Mary was supporting herself enough with her arms around his neck, so he went back to her chest, never breaking eye contact. “Relax darlin’, and just breathe.” Joseph cupped her breast, lifting her knit sweater so they too were exposed to the cold. “Focus on me, and soon we’ll have baby girl in our arms.”

The breath that left her lungs was audible and shaky. Mary closed her eyes, rocking gently, trying to focus on her husband’s ministrations. Trying desperately to shut down the fear and worries that stuck in her mind like molasses. “Mmmmh…. I… I hope so…..” she whispered.

As the contraction ramped up her hands locked over Joseph’s shoulders, nails digging into the thick layers of his clothes. “Oooohhh… n-need… to-push…..” she warned with a husky groan, inhaling deeply before bearing down.

Her muscles clamped down, her swollen belly lifting and shrinking around her womb. All her efforts were focused on that singular point, on the immense mass trying to make it through her narrow body. Joseph’s hands were soft and gentle, slick with amniotic fluid, helping her to relax and open for their child. To increase the oxytocin in her body, his other hand gently thumbed one of her large nipples. Circling and rolling it between his thumb and index and squeezing ever so delicately. The response was instant, her grunting pushes mixed with a throaty pleasurable moan.

“That’s it darlin’.” He said, his voice soft as his touch. “Push. You worry about that, and I’ll take care of the rest.” He could tell from how her stomach altered in shape when the contraction reached its peak. At that moment, he pinched down on her areola, feeling milk drip along his fingertips. As he did that, a coordinated effort began in her leggings. He opened his hand, practically matching the shape of her opening with his thumb and index. Joseph pressed against her, feeling the baby make progress past his palm. “Good girl, keep pushing.”

She mewled, almost a whimpering sound of her efforts and arousal. His hands on her skin, holding her, guiding her, made her feel comforted and safe. Even after all these years, the arguments and celebrations and children, this was where she felt safest - in his arms.

Mary’s teeth bared, her eyes scrunched, pushing down with everything that she had. Sweat was gathering on her temple, running down the sides of her cheeks even with the freezing storm raging around the barn. Her body was a furnace, each cell alive and sensitive and tingling. The progress made between her legs was noticeable, both to her and to Joseph. More of the baby slipped forward, stretching her wider than she ever thought was possible, their baby’s backside filling her husband’s palm as she bore down.

“Nnnnnghhh… she’s… she’s coming…. Uggghhhh… oh god!” She panted, gasping for air as she released the push, contraction fading. The baby stayed, heavy and ever-present, bulging into her husband’s hand.

“She is.” Joseph confirmed. Albeit, probably not moving as fast as Mary would have liked. All things told, just by what little he felt in the confines of her clothing, he’d say she made about a centimeter or two of progress. Which, while not a lot, is made leagues better by the fact that the baby remained. She didn’t slip back in like when Mary had fought their eldests head. “Slowly but surely.”

A fraction of a second before he thought to take her hand, Joseph paused. He knew how intimate and empowering it could be for her to feel her own progress, to feel that little body trying to emerge. But, he refrained. If his wife believed more progress was being made, the last thing he wished to do was discourage her with the truth. This baby was low, and moving slow. Instead, he continued his massage, not trying to overstimulate, but release the hormones within her body to get her to relax into the next contraction. This baby would only get wider as she reached where the legs were tucked.

Mary trembled, held in limbo, as she waited for the next contraction. Every breath was unsteady, every beat of her heart was pounding. “I… I just want her…ouuuut Joseph….” Her words barely even a whisper, struggling with the fullness stretching her body wide open. When she was pushing it felt productive, like she was working towards a goal, but in between contractions all she felt was pain.

Somehow he knew what to do, to keep her from the precipice of panicking. Soft words of encouragement combined with more stimulation of her nipples, no doubt in the hopes it would bring on the next contraction quicker. She rocked and whimpered, straddling his lap, panting through the gap between the waves. And then it was back, the primal clenching of her muscles, and she was bearing down once again. This time her efforts were joined with a roar of desperation as she tried so hard to bring their breech baby into the world.

The baby was already moving before Mary’s primal roar filled the barn.

“Good! Push darlin’, keep pushing!”

Their daughter was fighting to get out, his hand filling with her rear. Joseph’s hand went back to pressing her lips, offering that sweet counterpressure that he knew would help. Another few centimeters, and Joseph’s thumb found something.

“I…” He shifted his thumb, finding five little bumps. “Honey, I can feel one of her feet.” That had to mean she was close, right? A smile split his face, even as Mary came down from the pain of the last contraction. “You’re making progress.”

“It… it doesn’t feel like it…” She sobbed, trying to catch her breath back. The baby felt lodged, trapped, splitting her body in half. All the labouring and pushing and the baby was still wedged in her pelvis, feeling like she was being torn open. Mary could hardly bear it. “I-I don’t think I can do this… J-Joseph it’s too much… h-hurts….”

Mary slumped her head forward, hanging between her arms that were locked and gripped over her husband’s shoulders. Tears mixed with sweat that ran down her cheeks. She couldn’t get their daughter out, she was stuck and Mary would be forever tormented with the agonising pressure between her legs. Unable to think clearly Mary cried with desperation and frustration.

“Shhshhshh…” Joseph quieted his voice, not letting his hand leave their baby. “Mary, you can do this.” It wasn’t like she had another choice in the matter. “Listen to me,” he began. “I want you to just relax in the next contraction, it’s going to hurt, but honey you need your strength for bigger pushes. When I say, I want you to push, but until then try to recover.” He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. “I love you, and I’m here. Let’s have our girl.”

Their foreheads rested together, Mary clinging on to any semblance of hope. “O-okay…. Okay….” Her words hitched on a sob.

The next contraction soon reared its ugly head, tightening and squeezing Mary’s womb in a vice. “Ooohhh….ohhhhhh Joseph….” She began to rock and groan, the pressure building like a raging storm. “Mmnnghhh…. Wanna pppppush….”

She clawed at Joseph’s shoulders, trying to withstand her body’s demands to bear down, instead panting heavily to reserve her strength. But it wasn’t working, the force of the contraction too powerful to stop the little grunting pushes that were happening without permission.

“No you don’t Mary.” He spoke and simultaneously stimulated her nipple. “You look at me, look.” Joseph waited till her tear filled eyes met his. “Good girl. Focus on me, isolate the feelings.” Her most sensitive parts were the victim of his fingers. “Feel that? You don’t need to push, you are having your body recharge while you rest.” His eyes flicked down, spotting the outline her stomach made of her womb, just as quickly they rose to meet hers again. “This is just us, that same intimacy we’ve had for the past twenty years…” Joseph smiled at her, lifting his chin to kiss her forehead. It tasted of salt, the abundance of sweat coating her and adding to the smell of bodily fluids. “Have I ever let you down?” The smile turned mischievous. “And don’t you dare bring up the bathroom remodel, that wasn’t my fault.”

“W— we couldn’t— get the tub— through the bathroom—door….” Mary laughed through heavy breathing, trembling head to toe.

The contraction was strong, but her husband’s fingers were more persuasive. Beneath her leggings he gently circled her stretched skin around the partly emerged babe before his thumb settled perfectly on her clit. Meanwhile his other hand kneaded and pinched her breasts, sending shivers down her spine with a combination of arousal and the relief of expressing some more milk from their too-full shape.

The actions from her still-devilishly-handsome husband were the only thing keeping her from falling apart under the agonising pressure and desperate need for their baby to be born. After what felt like a lifetime, the contraction fully let go and it was easier to focus only on the pleasurable sensations.

“Hmph, well maybe you should have listened when I said it was too big.” He said, grinning. The relief on his wife’s face told him all he needed to know. Fingers continued their work, even as he spotted the trail of milk flowing down her bump. “You remember the night we conceived?” He asked her, keeping the stimulation going. His thumb pressed a little harder into her clit, he knew they didn’t have long before the next contraction came. “We traced it back to that date night? Kids at your parents, we worked on the barn before going to the movies… the massage?”

“Hmmm… yes…. It was the first night alone we’d had in… years.” Mary hummed. Her chest hitched a little at Joseph’s increase in pressure between her legs, desire coiling beneath the surface, her body instinctively reacting to his actions. “If I remember rightly…. Hmmmm—oooooohhhhh— that was the night I said we could try for a— a— fourth baby.”

The next contraction was looming on the horizon, she could feel it simmering, but as Joseph kept circling her clit and gently squeezing her nipples she was getting overwhelmed for entirely different reasons now. Mary’s jaw dropped, gasping for air as everything tightened and trembled.

“And there I was darlin…” Joseph whispered, their intimate moment backdropped by the ever present storm outside. “I thought it was just the wine talking, but then you showed me that test a few weeks later.” The memory was among his fondest, the happiness of seeing his wife so excited, and seeing the kids' reactions to realizing there was another sibling coming. “I think the only time a smile left your face was when they said they hoped it was twins.” He chuckled, letting his tracing increase in speed. “Remember what you said to them after that?”

“Ha….y-yes…. I—Oooohhhh—unnnnghhh—” the contraction slammed into Mary, the balance between pain and pleasure catapulted firmly in the wrong direction. “Oh fuck— mmmmgh— I’ve gotta pushhhh Joseph—”

Her whole body froze and tensed with the forceful contraction, nearly undoing all the work they’d just done to keep her relaxed. The muscles clamped and squeezed, forcing everything downwards, and Mary groaned as her hips dropped down further between Joseph’s wide knees.

“Easy baby, easy.” He kept working, and despite knowing she wasn’t pushing, he felt their daughter make a little progress. “Breathe, holding your breaths is a bad idea, just breathe.” The next contraction, that’s when she should give it all. Joseph could tell that she was exhausted, fuck she’d said as much to him earlier, but if she could hold out for just this one contraction he was sure that on the next, a lot more progress would come. “You’re doing beautifully, almost through it, keep going…”

“Oooohhhh… I can’t…. Ahhhh fuck…. I wanna ppppush… I need to pushhh….” Mary groaned. Gripping and clawing her nails in her husband's coat, she frantically panted, ragged and heavy. She could feel Joseph’s fingers beneath her clothes, pressing his thumb against her clit and holding her lips open around the half-born baby. But it wasn’t enough. Not even his caressing of her breasts could take the edge off this contraction. It was relentless and angry, forceful as a tornado, and Mary tilted her head to the ceiling taking a deep breath and preparing to give a guttural push.

But then Joseph’s lips were on hers, his stubble deliciously course against her skin as he kissed her so deeply and passionately it took her breath away. A last ditch attempt to distract the labouring woman from the overwhelming pain and desperate need to push. And it worked. His tongue met and danced with hers in a familiar passionate pattern. It was nostalgic and comforting but also magical and still incredibly hot. Distracted from her intended push, Mary hummed with pained enjoyment into her husband's mouth. The baby made progress, slow but steady, her body stretched to its limits but thankfully not tearing. Eventually more and more of their child began slipping into his palm.

Their kiss remained his focus until the baby stopped advancing. Without a visual he couldn’t tell for certain, but he was guessing that at least a third of the baby’s body was already out. The rest would need Mary to help.

“Good girl.” Joseph said as they parted. The contraction was done, and he couldn’t help enjoying the flushed cheeks Mary had at the moment. She was always so cute when she got flustered. “Now, the next contraction, I want you to push for me. Everything, all that you got. And don’t stop till you can’t take no more.”

The next few moments seemed to last a lifetime, waiting for the next contraction, and whatever would happen after that. As desperate as she was to end this torment, the worries of delivering a breech baby simmered in the recess of her brain. They stayed in their positions, not daring to move, waiting. Just waiting.

The first sign of the next contraction happened in the form of a whimper and Mary’s legs twitching slightly, her thighs still wide and hooked over Joseph’s. “Mmmm… s’coming…” Her eyes scrunched, grimacing as the first echoes of pain returned.

He didn’t need to be told, all the telltale signs screamed to him now. He nodded to his wife, leaning in close so that all she could hear was his voice. Not the storm, not the animals, not even the fabric of her leggings stretching at the seams, only him.

“Let it build.” He told her, his fingers still doing their individual jobs. “You’ve done this three times already, delivering perfect babies. Now it's time to even out with baby four.” He could feel their daughter slipping out ever so slightly, and as she did, he kept speaking. “Ok, ok… now push.”

Silently acknowledging his words, Mary nodded and took a deep breath before bearing down. Hard. Her teeth were bared, her nails sank into her husband’s shoulders, and she was oddly silent. All that she was, everything she had to give, gathered into this moment with pure maternal fiery strength. No sound came from the labouring woman except for gasping gulps of air between pushes, every last ounce of energy was focused on this impossible task. As she concentrated on pushing the pain began to fade into background noise - the only thing that mattered was the progress being made, on the feeling of their daughter moving through her exhausted body. Millimetre by millimetre… inch by inch… the baby squeezed further and further out. Later, she would recall just how horrific this was, how utterly wide and stretched to breaking point she felt. But now, in this moment, she just wanted to meet her daughter and for their baby to be safe and healthy.

Over and over, Mary strained and pushed and almost growled with her efforts. Using every last bit of the contraction while she could. And then suddenly, everything changed. A loud, strangled gasp from Mary, echoing round the barn.

It happened so fast. One moment Joseph was propping up their daughters bum within Mary’s leggings, feeling only newborn skin in some alien shape that his imagination couldn’t form a picture of. Then suddenly, a gush of fluid, and the baby unfurled from her folded pose. Legs became free, pressing against her pants for but a moment before retracting into that newborn scrunch that all their children had for their first months of life. He felt hands, two perfect little hands with ten tiny fingers. She was too much for him to hold with only a single palm, so instead he was left with letting their baby cradle in Mary’s leggings.

“The body’s out!” He exclaimed, kissing Mary on the lips in this moment of joy. Remembering the complications of their second born, he tucked his fingers in between the baby’s neck and the edge of her opening. Nothing, no cord wrapped around it. Mary and the baby were clear, well, as clear as they can with one dangling out of the other.

She couldn’t stop the tears of relief, slumping forwards with exhaustion and sobbing against Joseph’s chest. All the pain, the white hot burning, the stretching…. gone in an instant. Mary felt numb, like she was in a dream. But then something brushed against her inner thighs, not her husband’s hand but something new…soft…perfect.

Slowly she lifted her tear-stained face. “She’s…. She’s out…? Is she okay?” Her quiet voice croaked.

“Not out. She’s ok though from what I can tell.” Joseph said. His hand had left her breast, the excess milk wiped onto his pants before he cupped her cheek. “But the body is out, all the way to her neck. All that’s left is her head, and we will have our baby girl here.” He let his thumb brush against her tears. “You are doing great, just relax for a little before the next one comes…” He paused, still feeling the baby lying in her leggings. “Do you want to feel her?”

She nodded, speaking was something she wasn’t fully sure on right now. Mary tried to move but found her body was locked in position, her fingers like a vice on Joseph’s shoulders. And she was trembling. In shock, Mary was scared to let go of her husband, worried she’d fall. She was still straddling his lap while he sat on a hay bale, her backside hanging between his knees. His hands were busy between her thighs, pulling the elastic of her waistband and cradling their partially born daughter inside the stretched fabric.

Feeling her hesitation, he freed one hand to help Mary to feel their baby. He guided her quivering hand, past her waistband and to the gusset of her leggings where there was—

“Our baby girl…. Oh my gosh…” more tears rolled down her cheeks as she made contact with their fourth child for the first time. Her skin was slippery with fluids but so soft. She had delivered their three precious children and each time felt their heads once born, but this was another experience entirely. Their daughter's torso was scrunched in the damp fabric of her leggings, but her little hands and feet were moving, as if they were pressing out against new surroundings. “Whoa… this is… this is nuts.” She couldn’t help the exhausted and shocked laugh that came out her mouth. Feeling their daughter’s body, already moving and strong, reassured Mary enough for exhaustion and delirium to prompt the nervous giggle.

“Master of understatement honey.” Joseph said, joining in her laugh. His hand joined hers beneath her still swollen stomach, fingers interlacing. “Baby girl is so close, just a little more and it’ll all be over.” The moment felt like an eternity of magic. A thought occurred, one that he couldn’t stop thinking of. “Your leggings might be a lil ruined after this Mary.” He said. “Don’t think we are gonna be able to get you out of them just yet…”.”

“Hmmm?” She was distracted, her fingers touching and tracing every inch of their daughter. “Oh… I hadn’t even… why the fuck am I still wearing these?” In the whirlwind of events - the storm, the snow blocking the doors, the unexpected advancement of labour - the thought hadn’t occurred to either of them to remove Mary’s lower-half clothing. She laughed, but the sound soon turned into a hiss of pain.

“Ooooh…. contraction—!” Mary gasped, whipping her hand out of her leggings to brace herself against Joseph’s shoulders once again. As the tightness increased and the pressure against her labia returned, she soberingly remembered - she still had to deliver the head. Surely it would be easier after what she’d just done. “Unnnngh…. Oooooohh… it’s coming… ohhh shit….” She whimpered, breathing heavily, almost panting.

Joseph's smile remained. Seeing his wife in good humor despite the circumstances was far more than he could ever have dreamed in the current situation. Their hands no longer held together, Joseph took a firm grip on Mary's thigh as she pushed yet again. Cradling the baby wasn’t something he could do, nor, in reality, was it necessary. Mary’s leggings acted as a swaddle as the baby waggled.

“Breathe Mary. The head should be a bit easier at this angle.” Joseph wasn’t exactly sure of it, but he had to believe it was true. Starting at the chin, before her head would exit fully. “You’re in the home stretch baby…”

Mary let go of a strangled moan of effort, her face reddening as she bore down. The elation of delivering their daughter's body had now vanished, leaving only pressure and desperation, of needing to give birth.

“Nnnnnghh!!!!! Ohhhhh—god—come—on—” she growled, eyes scrunched and teeth gritted.

Every inch of her body was sore and trembling and exhausted, the burning stretch happening beneath her leggings was no easier to withstand than before. And yet she continued. With strength she didn’t know she had left, Mary gave her all into this moment and with it she could feel the gradual emergence of the baby’s facial features.

In a split second, with a guttural roar, the baby burst free from her body into the soft stretched gusset of her leggings and underwear. Mary jolted, as if electrocuted. With pure adrenaline and instinct she unhooked her legs from where they’d locked around Joseph’s, planting her feet back on the floor and rose to stand. Baby…. Get the baby…. It was the only thought running through her mind.

At first, it was silent, and Joseph’s heart seized. He helped Mary to rise and immediately reached into her leggings, finding their daughter's little body. As if she’d been waiting for her father, sudden wails filled the barn. All worries melted, and a healthy pink skinned baby emerged.

“Look at that…” Joseph said, feeling his eyes stinging with tears. “Hey there princess.” The baby was lifted to Mary, who quickly took her and placed her against her exposed bare skin. He got the two of them comfortable, sitting Mary down on the bale while he went to fetch blankets. His focus, until the storm passed, was warmth for the new life his loving bride had brought into the world.

Eight hours later, the couple emerged from the barn. Joseph supported Mary, her and the baby wrapped up in wool blankets that were part of the nativity.

“Cmon… let’s get the kids their Christmas gift…”

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

nieya