Well, Fuck.. Pt.2
"This is not happening." I whisper as I lean back against the wall, spreading my thighs more, my eyes rolling up as the baby drops lower.
"Mmhm... You hear me, baby? You clung in there for an extra week, you can wait a few more hours." I scold my bump softly, my hands still rubbing the sides.
I can physically feel him slowly dropping lower, and what should feel uncomfortable weirdly feels good.
Too good, all things considered.
I wait it out until he's fully settled, the pressure on my hips and lower belly intensifying tenfold and then take few deep breaths, willing myself not to panic and do something stupid like call William.
It's not like I'm in labor. My water didn't break, it's intact.
I'm fine.
Everything is fine.
And I'm determined to go about my planned day, ignoring the fact that my belly visibly dropped lower, my waddle more pronounced.
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The first sign that should've clued me in that there's no way that's happening should've been when I stopped for gas.
I get out with difficulty, supporting my belly with a hand as I place my credit card and punch in the right kind and amount before grabbing the pump.
As I'm waiting for my car to fill up, I feel my bump tighten painfully, nearly making me double over.
"No, please, no." I whisper breathlessly, my eyes screwed shut tightly.
Once it passes, I straighten up, taking a deep breath.
Maybe this was a one-off.
It has to be.
That's what I repeat to myself a few minutes later when I get another contraction as I'm getting back into my car.
This one does make me double over and I almost knock myself out on the steering wheel.
"Uughh... God, let this be a joke my body's... ooohh... playing on me." I whine softly.
I get a couple more contractions while I'm driving with one hand on the wheel, the other rubbing my hardened belly desperately.
Yeah, this is not a joke. Or drill.
The second and most important sign that I should've listened to was when I waddled my way to one of the on-campus restrooms.
I step into the gender neutral one, not really caring, my mind more laser focused on the feeling of my bladder close to bursting.
I sigh softly once I've relieved myself and to my annoyance, stay on the toilet as I ride out another contraction.
I'm breathing heavily, letting out soft moans. The contraction has been longer than the other. I attempt to stand up and whimper when I feel a gush of water between my thighs.
This time, my moan of frustration is loud, feeling myself close to tears.
This isn't fair. None of this is fucking fair and-
"You okay in there?" Asks a low-pitched voice, knocking on the stall door.
I swallow the lump in my throat and force myself to reply, clearing my throat for good measure.
"I-I'm okay, thank-k... Ughh..." The sharpness of the contraction as it peaks cuts me off.
"You don't sound okay. Should I call one of the campus nurses?"
"NO!" I force myself to soften my voice before trying again, "I'm fine, thank you."
I bite back another moan, watching the little stall opening from the bottom as a pair of feet hover for a few seconds as if debating something before they walk away.
Thank fuck.
After that, I managed to make it to the exam hall without anymore alarming hitches.
I take a seat in one of the usual table arm chairs since nothing else is available, in the first row, in case I need to leave early. The table digs into my too big belly, and the seat is too uncomfortable, but I will see this through to the end.
Before I know it, an hour has passed.
An hour full of sweating, my thighs spread discreetly beneath the table, biting my bottom lip hard as my body goes into active labor.
I look up from my exam and to the clock on the wall as I feel yet another contraction rippling through me. I still have almost 2 hours and nowhere near done with the cursed exam.
I think I let out another small sound for the upteenth time, because the girl sitting next to me looks up and gives me a loaded look before she goes back to her exam.
I haven't dared to look at William, although I can feel his eyes burning a whole through the right side of my face.
The only time he's not watching me is when he glares at the two guys in the back row trying to copy off each other.
Before I knew it, another hour had passed, and I'm in a state of pure torture and bliss.
I'm in pain, yes, and all I want to do is spread my legs freely and let my moans free, but I'm also so turned on it's not even funny.
I had read about orgasmic labor, but I never thought I'd experience it personally. And I always thought it'd be a two person job, but nope, this is all me.
I shift in my seat, panting softly, the wooden seat feeling uncomfortably slick as I try to find some relief.
When that doesn't work, I slip my hand discreetly in and slip a finger inside, moaning softly in relief, which catches William's attention.
"Is something the matter, Ms. Hearst?" William's smooth but sharp voice pulls me out of my internal struggle as I snap my head up to him.
"N-no-ooh sir. I'm f-aahh-inee."
"Then stop disrupting your fellow students. If you're done with your exam, present it and leave." His tone has a finality to it, and I know he's pissed off because he can't do anything about the situation I put us in.
He's a little fucker for calling me out though.
I look at the time again, and I think about turning my exam in and leaving but I physically can't get up.
I honestly know that if I do, I'll drop down into a squat and won't get up until my baby is out of me.
And so, I bear it for the next remaining hour.
I clamp my legs, squeezing my fingers for all their worth, trying to hold off.
I can't quite hold back my soft moans even when the girl next to me glares daggers at me and stomps off as soon as time runs out.
William starts collecting the exams, and I don't care how I did or what I wrote as I hand it to him, looking up at him with desperation in my eyes.
He clenches his jaw and continues on, still keeping up the facade, and I stay seated until all the students clear out.
As soon as that happens and the door shuts behind the last student, I push the little table away from my body, spreading my thighs, my hand pushing my lacy underwear and finding my pussy in a second.
"Fuck, Will, he's... ooooofff... cominggg... uggghhh." I moan loudly, everything I've been holding back for the last three hours coming back tenfold.
To his credit, my man doesn't panic as he tries to lift me up.
"It's alright, sweetheart, I'll call your doula once we get to my car and-"
I'm not listening, though, as I shake my head. My legs refuse to cooperate as well, taking on a rhythm of their own as they rock back and forth in an attempt to alleviate the pressure or maybe find some pleasure.
We had arranged a doula for a private birth at the hospital, but without all the nurses and doctors around but the baby is coming NOW.
I tell him as much.
And so, without any more prompt, William runs to both sets of doors and locks each one before he runs to the windows and shuts the blinds.