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Status: Complete
Word count: 2,091 words
Summary: A woman gives birth in the back row of an economy cabin over international waters.
Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit depictions of pregnancy, labor, and birth. Unassisted in-flight birth, graphic crowning and delivery, gushing fluids, concealed labor and birth in a public setting, a nursing infant, a husband who jerks off to his wife giving birth secretly in public. All characters and scenes are purely fictional. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
"Ma'am, can I get you anything? A pillow, some water?"
The flight attendant — young, neat ponytail, name tag that said Cara — was already reaching for the overhead compartment before Reggie could answer, and Reggie kept her face as composed as she could manage, which was getting harder by the minute.
"Water would be great, thank you," she said, and her voice only caught slightly on the last word because the contraction that had been building for the last thirty seconds chose that exact moment to crest, rolling through her lower back and down into her pelvis with a deep, grinding force that made her press her thighs together under the blanket.
Cara set the cup on the tray and moved on down the aisle without a second glance, and Reggie let out the breath she'd been holding in a long, controlled stream. "Hoo... hoo hoo... hhhh."
"How far apart now?" Dax asked from the aisle seat beside her, not looking up from his phone.
"A minute forty," she said through her teeth. "Maybe less."
He set the phone face-down on his thigh and turned to look at her then, and she knew that look. She'd known it for twenty years, had catalogued every version of it, and this particular version had nothing to do with worry.
His eyes moved from her face down to the enormous, low-hanging globe of her belly, round and gravid and pressing heavily into her lap even with her knees drawn up as far as the seat would allow, and something in his expression settled into that private, focused attention that made her want to hit him and also made her stomach flip despite everything.
"You're fine," he said.
"I know I'm fine," Reggie said. "I'm just telling you how close I am."
Three rows ahead of them, their older three were out cold in a heap of travel pillows, the eldest with her mouth open and her neck at an angle that was going to hurt later. Nobody back here was awake.
The nearest passengers were a row up on the opposite side, both wearing noise-canceling headphones, completely sealed off from the world. The back of the cabin was dim and close and, for the moment, theirs.
“I knew we shouldn’t have flown to see your mother.” Reggie said bitterly through another tightening.
Theo stirred against her side and she guided him back to her breast without thinking about it, and he latched and settled immediately, his fat fist curling against her with the total confidence of someone who had never once in his eleven months worried about anything.
"Get the leggings down," Dax said with a wry smile.
Reggie stared at him. "We are in economy, lest you forget."
"And you are about to have a baby in economy," he said so calmly, it’s getting into her nerves, "so get the leggings down and keep the blanket over your lap, and nobody is going to see anything."
She hated that he was right.
She hated it with a specific, well-worn bitterness that had been accumulating since the seventh month when he'd first floated this whole scenario as though it were perfectly reasonable, but hating it didn't change the fact that not only their fifth baby currently lodged in her pelvis had a non-negotiable opinion about its arrival but she also deep inside love this whole idea.
She worked the leggings and her underwear down her thighs in the cramped space, shifting her hips, and got them free of one ankle and bunched around the other before she pulled the blanket back over herself.
She pressed her palm between her thighs and felt the swollen, taut heat of herself, her labia already full, bulging and aching, the baby's head bearing down so far into the birth canal that even the light pressure of her own hand sent a sharp wave of sensation flooding up through her core.
"It's right there," she said, and her voice had gone very low. "Dax. The head is about to come…hoooo–hooo hooo hoooo–”
He reached over and lifted the edge of the blanket just long enough to look, and she watched his jaw tighten in a way that had nothing to do with alarm.
"Yeah," he said, and let the blanket fall back. "It is." He grabbed his own blanket and set it over his thighs, too, trying to cover is growing bulge there, too.
The next contraction didn't give her a warning.
It arrived hard and low, seizing her from the base of her spine and driving straight down with a force that shoved the baby’s fat head forward against her hand, and she crammed her face into Dax's upper arm and bit down on the sound that tore up her throat.
"MMMPHH — nnHH — oh god —hooooooooo–hooo hooo hoooo–" She ground her teeth into his sleeve, her fingers pressing desperately against her vulva, feeling the head surge against them with every pulse of the contraction. Her perineum burned, already stretching, the whole front wall of her vagina pushing outward. "HhhhNNGH — Dax, it's pushing through, I can feel it pushing —"
"Don't fight it," he said, low in her ear.
"I'm trying to slow it down, if I just —" She shifted her hips and immediately regretted it because the movement brought the baby down another fraction and the pressure from her movement and the toddler she was carrying went from enormous to total. "HHMMPHH — okay, okay —hoooo hoooo hooooooo—"
"Stop trying to slow it down, Reggie."
"There are people on this plane," she hissed, lifting her face just long enough to say it.
"Half of them are asleep and the other half have their headphones in," he said, perfectly level.
She pressed her face back into his arm and bore down because her body had already made that decision, and she felt her labia spread around the advancing head, felt the deep hot stretch of her perineum pulling taut as the baby worked through her cervix and down through the last of the birth canal with the focused, patient insistence of a fifth child who had done this before.
"HhhhNNNGGH — MMPHHH —" The sounds came out in bursts against his sleeve, each one half-swallowed, pressed into the warm bulk of his arm. Her free hand fisted into the blanket. "It's coming through, I feel it coming through —"
"I know you do," he said, and his hand came up to press against the back of her neck, heavy and unhurried. His breathing had changed, she could hear it, the way it had gone slightly uneven, and she knew exactly what that meant.
"You are such an ass," she breathed into his arm.
"Head down," he said.
She put her head down on his arm.
Her palm cupped against herself felt the shift — the teardrop shape of the head pressing outward between her folds, small and firm and wet, pushing against the stretched ring of her labia with a force that made her clitoris ache from the inside out. The skin of her perineum was pulling to its absolute limit, and amniotic fluid was already leaking steadily over her fingers and soaking into her leggings beneath her.
"HHhhNNGH — MMMPHHHH —" She pushed into the next contraction, long and grinding, and felt the head advance another fraction and hold, lodged at its widest point with her labia stretched in a burning, stinging ring around the crown. "Ohhhh — MMPHHH — it burns, it burns so much —"
"Breathe through it," Dax said.
"Hoo hoo hoo — hhh — hoo hoo —" She panted through the worst of the stretch, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the sheer searing heat of it, her fingers spread wide against her perineum to ease what pressure she could. Her vulva was swollen and flushed and stretched fully open around the baby's skull, the shape of the head clearly visible to her own touch, every ridge and curve of it pressing against the taut walls of her vagina as it inched forward.
Through it all, her toddler suckled and slept, milk-drunk, it seems, on her engorged breasts.
Down the aisle, Cara passed through again with a drinks trolley and Reggie felt her go past without looking up, face pressed into Dax's arm, the blanket pulled high, breathing in hard controlled bursts through her nose.
Cara paused.
"Is she alright?" she asked Dax, keeping her voice low.
"Migraine," Dax said, without missing a beat. "She gets them on long flights. She just needs to stay still and keep her eyes closed."
A brief pause, and then the trolley moved on.
Reggie would have laughed if there had been any breath left in her body to do it with, but another contraction rolled in on the heels of the last one and she pushed, hard, bearing down with everything she had left, and felt the head inch forward into a full crown — fully out, fully free, sitting heavy and wet and slick in her cupped hand with amniotic fluid running in a warm, gushing stream down her inner thighs and pooling in the leggings beneath her, catching on the hem of the blanket.
"HHNNNN — MMMPHHHH —" The sound tore out of her muffled and desperate, her whole body trembling, and she felt Dax's hand press harder against the back of her neck. "Haaaahh — haaaah — okay — okay, the head is out, Dax, the head is —"
"I know," he said. "Keep going." at this point, he looked around and brought a hand under his blanket to reach inside his sweatpants, giving his hard and leaking cock a few pumps.
She snorted at what he did but bit her lip and stroked her thumb over the wet hair plastered against the skull between her legs, feeling the baby shift and rotate under her fingers, the presenting shoulder turning into position.
She knew this feeling. She loved this feeling, even now, even here, pressed into the back row of an economy cabin thirty thousand feet over the Pacific with her husband's arm as the only thing keeping her from making a sound that would wake every sleeping passenger from here to the galley.
She genuinely, in her bones, loved this.
“Dax,” she whispered hoarsely, and he looked down on her, eyes glossed over, hand pumping himself as discreetly as he can.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Kiss me…”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned down and kissed his wife as he continued to pump himself, feeling his balls start to tighten a bit as they made out.
The next contraction built and she pushed into it, and the first shoulder eased through with a long, wet, squelching resistance that pulled a sharp, muffled cry from her throat.
"HHNN — MMPHHH — there — that's it —"
“Let me see, Reg.” He tells her and she sat back and slightly lifted the blanket just enough for him to see it.
“There you go—Mmmmpphhh—haaaaaah–hooo hooo hooo–”
One more push, shorter and decisive, and the second shoulder came free with a slick, gushing rush, and then the rest of the baby slid out into her waiting hands in a warm, wet flood of fluid and relief, trailing the last of the amniotic sac, and Reggie pulled her daughter up against her chest under the blanket and held her there, next to the nursing toddler.
Dax made a grunting sound as he came into the blanket draped over him.
“F–fuck yeah…”
Cara came back through with a stack of napkins six minutes later and stopped at their row again, looking at the blanket-covered situation with eyes that had gone rather wide.
"Oh my god," she said, keeping her voice very low. "Is that — did she just —"
"She did," Dax said, entirely unbothered.
Cara stood very still for a moment. Then she said, "I'm going to get the first aid kit and the senior attendant, and I'm going to need you to not move," and she was gone before Dax could answer.
Reggie looked at the babies on her, one toddler now milk-drunk and deeply asleep and the newborn just latching, her hair sticking to her forehead, her new daughter warm and breathing against her chest.
"You know she's going to file a report," Reggie said.
"Probably," Dax agreed.
Reggie looked down at the babies, then back up at her husband, and she laughed — short and exhausted and completely helpless, the sound muffled quickly against the top of her daughter's head.
"You are so lucky I actually love doing this," she said.
Dax's mouth curved, slow and satisfied. "I know," he said. “I can’t wait for us to do it again.”
-fin
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Summary: What if the big bad wolf saved Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother from a robbery?
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains extremely explicit content involving pregnancy and childbirth...
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"The cramping's almost gone— just little flutters now—" She pressed her palm against her belly and winced at a small tightening beneath her hand. "The afterbirth should come any second— I can feel it starting—"
"Tell me what you need, my little red—"
"Just be ready to catch it— it shouldn't take much— hnngh—"
She bore down gently, expecting the soft slide of the placenta, but what came instead made her scream. A pup slid out of her in a wet gush, smaller than the first three but still big, still impossibly big for what she thought was an empty womb, and she stared down at herself in shock. "Oh— oh God— that's not— that's not the afterbirth—"
"That's a pup—" Garrick's voice cracked, his golden eyes wide, his ears pressing flat against his head. "Scarlet— there's another one—"
"I didn't— I didn't know— ohhh God—"
He grabbed the fourth pup, wet and squalling, and placed it beside the others, but her belly was already clenching again, the skin pulling tight before she could catch her breath.
"Hnnngghh— ohhh— ohhh God— it's starting again—" She grabbed his arm and pushed, her body bearing down without her permission, her legs shaking violently. The fifth pup crowned fast, her pussy still stretched and open from the first three, and it eased out in a slow wet gush that made her sob. "HAAAAHHH— it's coming— it's coming—"
"I've got it— I've got it—" He caught the fifth pup as it slid free, warm and wet and squalling, and placed it with the others, his hands slick with fluid, his tail lashing behind him.
"Ohhh— ohhh God— is that all— please tell me that's all—" Her voice was barely a whisper, her body trembling, but her belly was already tightening again and she could feel another one pressing low against her cervix.
"Scarlet— I can see another one—"
"No— no— I can't— hnnngghh—" She bore down hard, her fingers digging into the rug, her leg pressing against his shoulder, and the sixth pup crowned in a gush of fluid, her pussy stretching wide around it. "HAAAAHHH— ohhh God— it won't stop— they won't stop coming—"
"Keep going, my love— you're doing it—"
She pushed and the head slid free, then the shoulders in one long stretch, and she screamed as the torso followed, the pup slipping out of her in a wet rush. "Ohhh— ohhh— please— please be the last one—"
Garrick caught the sixth pup and placed it with the others, six pups now nestled against each other on the rug, all squalling, all wet, all alive. His hands were shaking and his breath came in ragged gasps and he looked at her with wide golden eyes.
Her belly had deflated more, the enormous globe reduced to a softer curve, but it was still clenching, still tightening, and she sobbed when she felt it. "No— no— there's another one— I can feel it— there's another one—"
"Hooo— hooo hooo—" She panted, trying to gather herself, but the contraction was already building and her body was already bearing down. "Hnnngghh— HAAAAHHH—"
The seventh pup crowned slower than the last, her body exhausted, her pushes weaker, but it came all the same, her pussy stretching around the head in a slow wet slide. "Ohhh God— it's so slow— it's coming so slow—"
"I can see it, my love— you're almost there—"
She pushed again and the head slid free, fluid gushing out around it, and she gasped for breath before bearing down one more time. The shoulders came in a long stretch and the torso followed and the seventh pup slid into Garrick's waiting hands, wet and warm and squalling.
"It's here— it's here, Scarlet—"
"Ohhh— ohhh God—" She sagged against the rug, her whole body shaking, her legs trembling so hard they shook against his shoulder. "Please— please tell me that's all— please—"
Her belly had deflated visibly, the enormous globe reduced to a softer, smaller curve against the rug, the skin loose where it had been stretched so taut. She was trembling all over, her legs shaking, her breasts still leaking, her pussy swollen and aching and stretched beyond anything she thought possible.
"Hooo— hooo hooo—" She panted, trying to catch her breath, her hand resting on her deflated belly. "Please let that be all— please—"
Then her belly cramped again and she sobbed, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "No— no— not another one— I can't— I can't do another one—"
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Summary: A mother of ten manages morning sex and afternoon chores through active labor before her husband helps her birth quintuplets at home.
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This story contains explicit depictions of pregnancy sex, lactation and nursing during intercourse and active birth...
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She pulled down the top of her nightgown and settled on the couch to nurse the twins, spreading her legs wide, breathing through contractions while they suckled. "Haaaaah haaaaah," she blew out, milk flowing freely.
After they finished, she waddled back to the kitchen to start dinner, chopping vegetables with trembling hands, stopping to grip the counter as another contraction peaked. "Ungh… oh god…" she groaned, feeling the urge to push building.
She was stirring pasta when the front door flew open. Hank stepped through, grocery bags in hand. "Babe, I'm—"
Lilly threw her head back and screamed, her body convulsing as her water broke in a dramatic gush across the floor, soaking her nightgown. "Ah! Fuck! My water!"
Hank froze in the doorway, grocery bags in his hands, staring at the pool spreading beneath his wife. "Jack!" he called out gently but firmly over his shoulder. "Take everyone upstairs. Now."
Jack, nineteen and already experienced at this, immediately began corralling his siblings. "Come on, everyone. Upstairs. Emma, grab the twins."
The children disappeared upstairs without question while Hank dropped the groceries and rushed to Lilly's side.
They had never wanted their children to see her give birth, especially after years ago when the eighth baby had come so fast that Lilly ended up delivering standing in the driveway, her cunt stretching obscenely as the baby's head crowned between her legs, all the children watching from the doorway as she bore down and screamed, Hank diving to catch the baby just before it hit the concrete, her pussy gaping wide as the afterbirth splattered onto the driveway.
"Okay, babe," Hank said, his voice steady as he took in her state. "Let's get you to the bedroom."
"Ungh… yes…" Lilly groaned, one hand pressed between her legs, feeling the pressure building. "First one's coming, first one's coming!" She leaned on him, waddling toward their room, huffing and puffing with every step, more fluid trickling down her legs. "Hoo hoo hoo… oh god… haaaaah haaaaah…"
They made it to the bedroom, Lilly leaning heavily on Hank, her nightgown soaked and clinging to her massive belly, her large veiny breasts leaking milk through the fabric. She stopped at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide, her hand still pressed between them.
"I need to push," she gasped, her body bearing down involuntarily. "Hank… the baby's right there…"
Hank helped her onto the bed, spreading her thighs wide with one hand while dialing Ruth with the other, putting it on speaker. "Small pushes, babe," he said gently, his voice thick with excitement. "I'm calling Ruth now."
He pushed her nightgown up, exposing her swollen pussy and her heavy breasts, the nipples dripping milk, her belly heaving with each contraction. Something dark pressed against her entrance. "Oh fuck," he breathed, seeing the baby's head crowning already, his cock straining hard against his jeans.
"Ruth, it's happening," Hank said into the phone, his eyes locked on Lilly's stretching pussy. "She's crowning. Can you get here fast?"
"Two hours?" Hank's voice rose, then he took a breath, steadying himself. "Okay, okay, just… drive safe but hurry, Ruth. She's already pushing."
He set the phone down, turning his full attention to Lilly, his hands gentle on her massive belly. "Just us, babe," he whispered, his voice steady. "Ruth's two hours out. Small pushes now. Let me guide you."
Lilly huffed and puffed, her breath coming in short bursts. "Hoo hoo hoo… okay… okay…" She bore down instinctively, her face contorting as her pussy stretched around the baby's head, the crown slowly emerging, wet and dark with hair, milk spraying from her breasts with the effort. "Hnnngghh… hnnngghh… fuck…"
"That's it," Hank encouraged, his free hand supporting the baby's head, feeling her stretch around the bulk, his cock throbbing against his jeans. "Small push… small…"
"Hnnngghh!" Lilly grunted, pushing in short bursts, the baby inching out slowly, her tissues burning, more milk leaking from her breasts in steady streams. "Ah! It's burning! Hoo hoo hoo… hoo hoo hoo…"
"You're doing so good, babe," Hank whispered, his eyes dark with arousal. "Breathe through it… small push now…"
"Hnnngghh!" Lilly screamed, pushing again, the head stretching her wider, slowly emerging, the hair visible, the crown fully out. "Ah! Fuck!"
"The head's out," Hank breathed, his hands supporting the baby. "Small push… shoulders now…"
"Hnnngghh!" Lilly grunted, pushing hard, the shoulders emerging slowly, stretching her, then the body sliding out in a wet rush of fluid, Hank catching the tiny body against his chest. "Ah! Fuck!"
"First one's here," Hank whispered, his voice trembling, holding the baby up for Lilly to see, the cord thick and pulsing between them. "Our boy."
Lilly collapsed back, panting, her breasts still leaking milk, her pussy still swollen and open, already contracting for the next baby. "Oh god… oh god… four more…"
Hank placed the first baby on Lilly's chest, helping her position him at her breast. The newborn latched on immediately, suckling as Lilly's belly hardened with another contraction.
"Oh god… next one…" she panted, her breath coming in short huffs. "Hoo hoo hoo… it's coming…"
Hank watched her, his cock straining painfully against his jeans, precum already soaking through the fabric. He unbuttoned his pants, letting his cock spring free, thick and dripping.
"Really, Hank?" Lilly breathed, a laugh mixed with her contraction.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly, his hand between her legs. "Goddamn, babe, you're so fucking hot nursing and pushing at the same time…"
Lilly bore down, her face contorting, milk spraying from both breasts as the first baby nursed and the second baby's head began to crown. "Hnnngghh… hnnngghh… fuck…"
Hank watched her pussy stretch around the head, the crown emerging slowly, inch by inch, her tissues straining around the bulk. Then as she let up, gasping "hoo hoo hoo," the head receded slightly, sucked back inside. "It's going back," she whimpered.
"Small push again," Hank coached, precum dripping steadily from his cock onto the bed. "Bring it back out…"
"Hnnngghh!" Lilly grunted, pushing again, the head re-emerging, stretching her wider, her burning entrance wrapping around the crown. "Ah! Ah! Hoo hoo hoo… hoo hoo hoo…"
"That's it… so slow…" Hank encouraged, his eyes locked on her stretching pussy, the head half out, glistening. He wrapped his hand around his own cock, pumping slowly, squeezing hard at the base to keep himself from coming, breathing through his nose. "Push again babe…"
"Hnnngghh!" Lilly bore down, the head emerging fully, staying out this time, her pussy lips wrapped tight around the bulk. The first baby still nursed at her breast, milk leaking down her sides in streams. "Ah! Ah! It's out… hoo hoo hoo…"
"Rest, babe," Hank whispered, precum pooling beneath him, his hand still gripping his cock. "Let it come…"
Lilly panted, her belly heaving, the head resting there, stretching her open. Then another contraction built. "Hnnngghhaaaaahhh…" she grunted, pushing a bit too fast and hard that the head popped out with a gush of fluids and the the shoulders emerging inch by inch, the massive torso following, stretching her burning entrance. "Ah! Ah! Fuck!"
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Summary: A heavily pregnant man tries to speed up his labor with the one method that always works.
Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains extremely explicit content involving MPREG, anal birth, and pregnancy. Includes: pregnancy sex, anal sex during labor...
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Dane cried out and pushed back to meet Eric's thrusts.
The pressure building inside him demanded movement.
Demanded friction, demanded the overwhelming fullness of being fucked while his body prepared to deliver their massive child, and he could feel the baby shifting lower with every contraction that rolled through his core.
The sensation of descent was unmistakable now that Eric's cock was lodged deep and pressing against the tight passage that would soon have to accommodate a head the size of a grapefruit.
"It's getting stronger," Dane gasped, his knuckles bone-white where they gripped the headboard, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding himself up while supporting the enormous weight of his belly and taking Eric's relentless pounding from behind.
"Eric, fuck, the next one is coming, don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop."
The contraction hit like a wave of crushing pressure that started in Dane's lower back and rolled around to engulf his entire abdomen.
His pregnant belly going rock hard beneath Eric's splayed palm as the muscles tightened in preparation for what was to come, and Dane threw his head back and howled because the intensity was already beyond anything he had experienced in his previous labors.
The sheer size of this baby making every sensation magnified to the point of near unbearability.
"Nnngh, fuck, it's huuuuuuge," Dane groaned, his voice breaking into a high whine as Eric continued to thrust through the contraction, the movement of his cock somehow easing the worst of the pressure while simultaneously driving Dane toward the edge of orgasm that had been building since Eric first touched him.
"The baby is right there, I can feel it dropping into position, oh god Eric it's going to be soon."
Eric leaned forward to bite at the juncture of Dane's neck and shoulder, his hips never faltering in their rhythm as he snapped his pelvis forward to bury himself to the hilt in Dane's clenching heat, his hand working Dane's cock with tight, twisting strokes that spread the endless flow of precome down his shaft and onto his heavy balls.
"You're doing so fucking good," Eric growled against Dane's sweat-dampened skin, his fingers tracing the stretch marks that silvered Dane's stomach, evidence of how his body had been pushed beyond its limits to carry such a massive pregnancy to term.
"Look at how big you got for me, how round and heavy, and now you're going to open up and push our baby out while I'm still inside you, still fucking you, still stroking this gorgeous cock until you paint your belly with cum."
Dane sobbed and bucked between the dual sensations of Eric's thrusting cock and his skilled hand.
The pleasure building in his core mixing with the overwhelming pressure of the labor until he could not tell where one sensation ended and the other began, the lines between pain and pleasure dissolving completely as his body surrendered to the inevitability of what was happening.
"I'm going to cum," Dane warned, his voice breaking into desperate gasps as he felt the familiar tightening in his balls and the electric spark at the base of his spine that signaled his impending orgasm.
"Eric, I can't hold it, the contractions are pushing it out of me, I'm going to cum so fucking hard."
"Not yet," Eric commanded, his grip on Dane's cock tightening to the point of near pain, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate as his own orgasm approached, the wet slap of his hips against Dane's ass filling the room along with the broken moans and whines that fell from Dane's lips.
"You wait until I say, you hold it back until that baby is ready to crown, until I can feel that massive head pushing against my cock from the inside, and then you can cum, baby, then you can cum while I flood your pregnant ass and our baby starts to emerge."
The next contraction hit before Dane could respond, and this one was different, this one carried the unmistakable sensation of the baby descending through the birth canal.
The pressure shifting from his abdomen to his pelvis to his ass, and Dane screamed because he could feel it, could feel the enormous head pressing down, seeking exit, preparing to stretch him open in ways that Eric's cock never could despite its considerable girth.
"It's happening," Dane cried out, his body shaking violently as he bore down instinctively against the urge to push, his muscles tensing and releasing in a rhythm that matched Eric's thrusts.
"Eric, the head is right there, I can feel it dropping, I need to push, oh fuck I need to push so bad."
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Hellooo, Bunnies! Hope y'all had a lovely weekend. Dropping week 71 a day late, but I hope that's okay. This one is a bit... extreme, so not your typical birth story.
I'll let you read the warnings yourself, and if you do not want to proceed, I completely understand. If you do, however, I'd like to hear your thoughts! ^_^
Word count: 3,696 words
Summary: A struggling farmer signs up for a radical livestock surrogacy experiment and finds her body transforming in ways no one anticipated, least of all her.
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This story contains explicit depictions of human/livestock surrogacy, body transformation including additional nipples and animalistic features ...
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She looked over her shoulder at Dalton, who was watching with dark eyes, his own arousal obvious in his scrubs. "You... haaah... haaah... if you want to help me... you can too... I need more... I'm not there yet..."
Dalton didn't need to be told twice. He stripped off his scrubs quickly, revealing a cock that was larger and longer than Hendricks', thick and veined and throbbing with need. He positioned himself behind Clara and entered her in one smooth thrust, filling her more completely than Hendricks had.
"Oh fuck..." Clara screamed, her body stretching to accommodate him. "Oh god... you're so big... hnnngh... uuuugh... yes... yes... fuck me..."
Dalton began thrusting, his larger cock hitting deeper places inside her, and Clara's moans became continuous. "Hnnngh... uuuugh... oh god... right there... harder... hnnngh... I'm going to... I'm going to cum..."
Dalton thrust harder, his hips slamming against her, his cock driving deep, and Clara felt her orgasm building to an overwhelming peak. "HNNNNGH... OH GOD... UUUUGH... I'M CUMMING..."
She came hard, her vagina clamping down on Dalton's cock, her whole body shaking with the intensity of her climax. But as she came, she felt something else happening, a sudden gush of warmth from deep inside.
"Oh god..." she gasped. "Haaah... haaah... my water... I think my water is breaking..."
Dalton was still thrusting, still hard, and he groaned as he felt the hot rush of amniotic fluid mixing with his own arousal. "I'm close... hnnngh... uuuugh... I'm going to..."
He came with a roar, his cock pulsing deep inside her, spurt after spurt of hot semen filling her already full womb. Clara felt her belly swell even more with the volume of his release, stretching tight against her skin, and she gasped at the sensation of being so completely filled.
But as Dalton pulled out, the dam broke completely.
A massive gush of fluid rushed from her vagina, a mixture of amniotic fluid and cum flooding out of her in a warm torrent that soaked her thighs and the straw beneath her. It kept coming, slow squirts and gushes, her water breaking fully now that there was room for it to escape.
"Oh god..." Clara moaned, feeling the warm rush continuing. "Haaah... haaah... there's so much... uuuugh..."
Dalton checked her again immediately, his fingers sliding into her soaked vagina. "Ten centimeters... you're fully dilated now... the sex worked... the head is right at the station..."
"How many again?" Clara gasped, her body trembling, milk spraying from her six nipples, her bush soaked with fluids.
"Twelve viable embryos," Hendricks reminded her, his hand pressing against her belly, his cock already stirring again at the sight of her gaping, cum-filled vagina leaking fluid. "All showing strong vital signs. And the first one is positioned to come out."
"Twelve," Clara breathed, feeling the pressure building again. "Oh god... oh god, here comes the first one... hoo... hoo... haaah... haaah..."
"Deep breaths," instructed Dalton, kneeling between her legs. "Let it build... don't fight it..."
Clara curled forward, gripping the rails, and now the sound changed as her body shifted from labor to pushing. The breaths became grunts, deep and guttural, as she bore down for the first time. "Nnngh... hnnngh... uuuugh... oh fuck... I can feel it moving down... pressing against my bones..."
She could feel them moving inside her, the first one pressing against her cervix. "Hnnngh... uuuugh... it's so big... nnngh... haaaah... I can feel the head right there... stretching me open..."
"Good... good..." Dalton coached. "I can see it coming... keep pushing... let it build..."
Clara groaned long and low, the sound rumbling from her chest as she held the push, her body trembling with effort. Sweat dripped from her forehead, running down between her heavy breasts, pooling in the creases of her belly where it hung against her thighs. Milk sprayed in thin streams from her nipples with the effort. "Nnngh... hnnngh... uuuugh... I can't... it's too much... I feel like I'm being torn apart..."
"Yes you can," Hendricks said firmly, moving to support her from behind, his hands pressing against her lower back to give her leverage. "Your body knows what to do. Focus on the pressure... push through it..."
Clara screamed as she bore down again, the sounds mixing now, grunts and breaths together. "HNNNNGH... OH GOD... HNNNNGH... UUUUGH... HAAAAH... HAAAAH... I can feel it crowning... the burning... oh god the burning..."
Between her legs, Dalton watched her vagina bulging outward, the pink flesh stretching around the dark shape of the piglet's head pressing for exit. Her opening was stretched around the mass, cum and amniotic fluid leaking steadily. "The head is crowning... I can see it stretching you... keep pushing..."
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Word count: 2,996 words
Summary: A woman treats her cramps with strap-on sex, not realizing she's actually in labor until she's crowning in urgent care.
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This story contains explicit depictions of lesbian sex including strap-on penetration, double-ended toy use with vibration, cryptic pregnancy (unplanned, undetected full-term pregnancy)...
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"Apple?" Lacey fumbled for the lamp, her hands shaking as light flooded the room. "Apple, what—"
Apple was curled on her side, her face contorted in agony, her nightgown soaked and the sheets beneath her dark with fluid.
"It hurts," she sobbed, her whole body trembling. "Oh god, Lacey, it hurts so bad, something's wrong, something's really wrong."
Lacey scrambled out of bed, her mind racing as she touched the wet sheets. The dampness covered a huge area and it made Lacey's stomach turn. "Did you we the bed, babe? is that—"
"I don't know what it is," Apple wailed, clutching her belly as another wave of pain ripped through her. "Make it stop, please make it stop, I can't breathe, it hurts too much."
Lacey grabbed her phone with trembling hands, dialing for a car while she tried to pull Apple upright. "We're going to urgent care, okay? We're going right now, just hold on for me."
Apple couldn't stand on her own, her legs buckling as Lacey half-carried her to the door. She left a trail of fluid on the floor, her whimpers turning into full-throated screams that echoed through the empty hallway.
"You're okay," Lacey kept repeating, though her voice betrayed her terror. "You're going to be okay, I'm right here, I have you."
The drive to urgent care passed in a blur of red lights and Apple's agonized crying. Lacey pulled up to the entrance and practically dragged Apple inside, shouting for help as her girlfriend collapsed against the reception desk.
"My girlfriend is in severe pain," Lacey gasped to the nurse who rushed forward. "She's soaked through, I don't know if it's blood or what, please help her."
Apple was barely conscious, her face pale and slick with sweat, her hands clawing at her own stomach. "Something's coming out," she moaned, her eyes rolling back. "I feel it moving, Lacey, I feel something moving inside me."
The nurse grabbed a wheelchair and helped Lacey lower Apple into it in the reception area. "When did the pain start?" the nurse asked, checking Apple's pulse at her wrist.
"Earlier today, but it got bad just now," Lacey stammered, gripping Apple's hand. "She's been having cramps all week, we thought it was her period."
The nurse wrapped a blood pressure cuff around Apple's arm. "Blood pressure is one-forty over ninety. She's tachycardic. Let's get her to an exam bay."
They wheeled Apple through double doors and into a small curtained area. A nurse helped her onto the exam table and attached a pulse oximeter to her finger.
Dr. Chen entered several minutes later, snapping on gloves. "I'm Dr. Chen. Where is the pain located?"
Apple screamed, her back arching as her hands flew to her lower abdomen. "It's here, it comes in waves, oh god it hurts so bad."
Dr. Chen palpated Apple's stomach, her expression shifting as she felt the firm, rounded mass. She reached for the ultrasound machine and squirted gel onto Apple's abdomen.
"Oh! There's a baby," Dr. Chen said happily, showing the screen to Apple and Lacey. "It looks like you're full term, and oh you're in labor!"
Apple sobbed, her whole body shaking. "No, that's not possible, I didn't know, I would have known—"
"It's okay. Sometimes women don't," Dr. Chen said gently. "It's called a cryptic pregnancy. It happens more often than you'd think. You're going to be okay, but we need to get you to labor and delivery."
Apple turned to Lacey, her eyes wide with panic. "I'm sorry, I didn't know, I swear I didn't know—"
"Hey, hey," Lacey whispered, cupping Apple's face. "It's okay. You're okay. We're going to be okay. I love you."
"Is she going to be okay?" Lacey asked Dr. Chen, her voice trembling. "The baby?"
"Her vitals are stable and the baby looks good on ultrasound," Dr. Chen explained. "But she's moving fast. We need to transport her now."
Nurses began preparing the gurney while Dr. Chen monitored the fetal heartbeat. Apple suddenly gasped, her face contorting, and gripped the rails of the exam table.
"I need to use the bathroom," Apple cried out. "I need to go right now, I feel like I need to poop!"
Dr. Chen moved to the foot of the table and lifted Apple's gown. She spread Apple's legs and examined her quickly, her fingers feeling the swollen rim of her pussy, then looking up with urgency in her eyes.
"She's fully dilated and the head is right there. We need to move her now before—"
Apple screamed, her whole body bearing down involuntarily.
"Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkk!!!!! Hhhhhnnngghhhh—"
Dr. Chen looked between Apple's legs and her expression shifted.
"She's crowning. The head is stretching her open. We don't have time to move her."
"What does that mean?" Lacey asked, her heart pounding.
"It means we're delivering this baby right here," Dr. Chen said, pulling on fresh gloves and positioning herself between Apple's spread thighs. "Apple, I need you to pant, blow out quick breaths, let me help you deliver this baby so you don't tear."
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This story is for my bunnies who love a secret public birth denial. 😉
Word count: 3,581 words
Summary: A woman two hours from her destination tries to outlast her own body when labor begins in a crowded train cabin full of strangers.
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This story contains explicit depictions of pregnancy, labor, and birth. Active denial of labor,...
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The train lurched as it pulled into the platform, the sudden deceleration throwing Claire forward against her seatbelt.
She took advantage of the movement, of the general shifting and rustling of passengers preparing to disembark, and she reached beneath her coat with one hand.
Her fingers found the waistband of her sweatpants and pushed past the elastic, sliding through the soaked fabric of her maternity underwear until they touched the burning, swollen flesh of her birthing pussy.
She felt the baby's head immediately, a smooth, hard curve of skull that filled her entrance completely.
It was right there, stretching her open, and she could feel the rim of her vagina gripping the circumference like a tight band.
Claire took a shuddering breath through her nose, her nostrils flaring wide, and then she pushed.... the head back inside.
She pushed upward with her fingers, pressing the baby's head back into her body with a force that made white spots explode across her vision.
The pain was unlike anything she had ever known, a tearing, burning agony that radiated from her core and made her entire body go rigid with shock.
She felt the head resist, felt it pressing outward against her palm, and she pushed harder, gritting her teeth until her jaw ached, until tears sprang to her eyes and blurred the carriage into a watercolor smear of grey and beige.
The head retreated.
She felt it slide back up the birth canal, felt the immediate relief of pressure as her entrance closed around her fingers instead of her child's skull.
Claire withdrew her hand quickly and gripped the armrest, her chest heaving as she fought to control her breathing, to return to the quiet, panting rhythm that would keep her from screaming.
She breathed through her nose, long and slow, in for four counts and out for four counts, her lips pressed together to stifle any sound.
The pressure was still there, a heavy weight that sat low in her pelvis and made her feel as though she might split open at any moment, but the immediate emergency of crowning had been averted. Her baby was back inside, contained, and she had bought herself time.
Then she felt the wetness spreading across her chest.
Claire looked down in horror and saw two dark circles blooming on the front of her blouse, right over her nipples.
She was lactating, her body preparing for the infant it was determined to deliver regardless of her wishes.
The sensation of let-down hit her like a secondary contraction, a pulling ache in her breasts that coincided with a fresh surge of pressure in her pelvis.
The next contraction built faster than the others, stronger and more insistent, and Claire had to press both hands against her belly to contain it.
She breathed through her nose until her vision swam, until her lungs burned for oxygen, until the wave finally crested and began its slow recession.
The pressure remained, a constant, grinding presence that made her want to spread her legs and bear down with every fiber of her being.
She adjusted her coat to hide the stains on her blouse and turned her face back toward the window, her breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts through her nostrils as the train pulled away from the station and carried her deeper into her impossible situation.
The minutes had stretched into an eternity of clenched muscles and shallow breathing, and now the digital display above the doors showed the name of the station before her own.
Claire had begun to allow herself the fragile hope that she might actually make it, might actually waddle off this train and into her husband's arms before her body completed its work right there on the vinyl seats.
Then she sneezed.
The involuntary convulsion ripped through her abdomen with catastrophic force, and she felt the baby's head slam downward, felt her pelvic floor give way beneath the sudden pressure.
"Fuck!" She cursed inwardly.
The head crowned sharply, burning and stretching her entrance around its circumference, and Claire had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming as she felt the unmistakable bulge of her child's skull lodged firmly between her legs.
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Hey bunnies! 🐰I know I just posted a free-for-all story but I can't let this day go by without dropping a Vault Exclusive story, too! I love y'all too much lol
I hope y'all enjoy this VERY UNHINGED story and I do apologize for getting wrong so many things about the Omegaverse. Buuuut whatareyougonnado? I strike when the iron is hot 😅 If you love vanilla births, this isn't it hon, I'm sorry. I'll have one for y'all vanilla birth bunnies this coming week.
Word count: 5,602 words (It's... a LOT)
Summary: An overdue omega pregnant with six pups begs her alpha to mount her one last time before labor kicks in and gets exactly what she asked for, just not in the way she planned.
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This commissioned omegaverse story contains explicit depictions of pregnancy, labor, and birth...
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"Oh— oh fuck— right there—" Kira's voice cracked on the last word, dissolving into a high, helpless whimper as his fingers worked her open. "Don't stop, don't stop, I swear to god if you stop—"
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her head dropping forward, her hair creating a dark curtain around her flushed face. "Right there, don't stop, I'm going to—oh fuck, Marcus, I'm coming—"
"Nnnn— I'm— Marcus— I'm gonna—" The words fell apart completely as the pressure crested, her thighs trembling, her whole body coiling tight.
Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her back arching, her pussy clamping down around his cock with violent spasms that milked him relentlessly. Marcus gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, trying to give her time to ride out her pleasure, but the way she squeezed him, the way her body gripped him like a fist, was too much.
She came with a wail that cracked at the top — "OHHHH— fuck, fuck, fuck—" — her spine arching hard, her hips grinding back against him as the orgasm wracked through her in violent, pulsing waves.
"Kira, fuck, I'm—" He tried to pull out, tried to give her warning, but his knot was already swelling at the base of his cock, catching behind her pelvic bone, locking him inside her tight heat. He threw his head back and roared, his hips jerking involuntarily as he spilled into her, pulse after pulse of thick cum flooding her already full womb.
"Fuuuck—" The word came out guttural, torn straight from his chest, his hips snapping forward one last time and locking there as he spilled into her, a rough, broken groan shuddering out of him with every pulse. "Kira— god— Kira—"
"Marcus!" she cried out, feeling the sudden expansion, the impossible stretch as his knot locked them together. "Oh god, you're knotting, you're knotting inside me—"
He collapsed over her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his chest heaving against her back as he continued to come, his cock twitching and jerking inside her. "Sorry," he panted, his voice rough, his lips finding the sweat-slicked skin of her shoulder. "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop it, you felt too fucking good—"
She whimpered beneath him, her belly pinned between her body and the bed, the pressure immense and overwhelming. "It's okay," she breathed, her fingers finding his hand where it still rested on her hip. "Just... just give me a minute. The fullness... god, Marcus, I can feel you filling me up. Your cum is so hot."
"Mmm..." She exhaled in a long, trembling breath, her cheek pressing into the mattress. "So full... you filled me so full, Marcus..."
They stayed like that for long moments, Marcus careful to keep most of his weight on his elbows, his knot pulsing gently inside her, keeping them joined. He pressed kisses to her spine, her shoulder blades, murmuring praise and apologies against her skin. Fifteen minutes passed, then twenty, his knot showing no signs of diminishing.
Then Kira gasped, her body going rigid beneath him.
"Hhh—" The sound was sharp, involuntary, her whole body going utterly still for one suspended second before she let out a long, low moan. "Ohhh... oh no... oh no, something's— Nnnghhh—"
"Marcus," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I think... I think my water just broke."
He felt it too, the sudden gush of warm fluid around his cock, soaking the sheets beneath them. But what made him freeze was the sensation against the tip of his cock, still lodged deep inside her. A fluttering, opening sensation, rhythmic and unmistakable.
"Oh shit," he breathed, his eyes going wide as he felt her cervix dilating against his sensitive glans. "Kira, I can feel it. I can feel you opening up around me. The pups are coming."
"No, no, no," she whimpered, trying to shift her hips, but his knot held her firmly in place. "It's too soon. We have time. First births take hours. We have—oh god, Marcus, another contraction—"
"NNNGGHH—" The contraction hit without warning, violent and consuming, and the sound ripped out of her raw and loud, her fingers white-knuckling the sheets. "Oh god— oh god, that's— haaah— hoo hoo hoo—" She panted frantically through the tail end of it, her whole body shaking.
Her body seized, her back arching, and he felt the muscles of her womb contracting around him, squeezing his cock in rhythmic waves. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure and panic mixing in his chest as he realized the truth.
"Hnnnggg—" She could barely speak through the next wave, her back bowing, a low, agonized groan pressing out of her. "Marcus— it's squeezing— I can't— aaahhh—"
"We don't have hours," he said, his voice grim as he felt another gush of fluid, another pulse of her cervix opening wider against his tip. "Kira, I'm still knotted inside you, and you're going into active labor. I can feel the pups pressing down. I can feel your body trying to push."
She moaned, long and low, the sound vibrating through her chest. "What do we do? Marcus, what do we do?"
He shifted his weight, his knot tugging at her entrance, sending sparks of sensation through them both.
"We don't have a choice," he said, his hips rolling experimentally, pulling back as much as his knot would allow before pushing forward again. Kira cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets until her knuckles turned white.
"I'm going to have to fuck you through it. The knot won't go down for at least another hour, maybe two. And by then... by then you'll be ready to push."
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I know, I know, the title is too lazy but I can't help it lol I waited for this moment for a while lol Well, I hope y'all enjoy reading this short entry this week. I'd love to hear your thoughts!
Word Count: 2391 words
Summary: A husband births a massive baby but is far from relieved, and his partner has exactly one idea about what to do about that.
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit depictions of pregnancy, labor, and birth. Mpreg, anal birth...
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straight down to where his cock was pressing hard and insistent against the inside of his thigh.
Jung threw his head back and roared, the sound filling the room, his whole body straining and trembling, his cock standing rigid against his belly now, flushed dark and leaking in a near-continuous thread, and Kyle looked down and watched Jung's ass open around the baby's head, slow and grinding and inevitable, the baby's face turned upward, features scrunched and still, a thick rush of fluid escaping around the crown and running hot over Kyle's hands.
The nose emerged from Jung's stretched and reddened ass, then the lips, pressed together and perfect. Then the chin, and then with a wet, squelching rush that sent fluid spraying across Kyle's chest and thighs, the entire head slid free into his waiting hands, enormous and cone-shaped and covered in thick dark hair, so heavy that Kyle had to use both hands immediately to support it.
His cock jerked hard against his thigh.
Jung's scream dissolved into a sob.
"Haaaaaaah– hoo hoo– oh god– oh god–"
"The head is out," Kyle said, his voice cracking. "Jung. The head is out."
Jung lifted his head from the mattress and looked down at Kyle's hands and at his own cock still thick and flushed and leaking against his belly and made a sound that had no name.
Kyle kept both palms cupped beneath the baby's head where it hung heavy and still from Jung's ass, the rim of him stretched wide around the neck, and looked at his husband's face, flushed and soaked and absolutely wrecked with effort, and then looked back down at what was in his hands, and everything he had been keeping a lid on for the past three hours caught up with him all at once.
"One more," he said. "The shoulders. One more big one."
Jung pulled in a breath that shook all the way down.
"HNNNNGGGHHHHAAAAAA–"
The first shoulder came with a pop that made Jung cry out sharply, his back arching clean off the mattress, his cock slapping hard against the deflating curve of his belly.
"NNNGGHHAAAAHHH– oh– OH– hoo hoo hoo– Kyle–"
Kyle guided it up and then down and felt the second shoulder follow, and then the rest of the body came in a long, warm, gushing slide that seemed to go on far longer than was possible, the baby enormous and slippery and solid in his hands, more weight than he was prepared for even knowing what was coming.
"Hnnnngh... hoo hoo... hnnnngh..."
Jung's ass released him inch by inch in a last long squelching rush of fluid that soaked the sheets and ran down Kyle's arms to his elbows.
"HNNNNGGGHHHHAAAAAA–"
Kyle caught every inch of him.
The baby landed in his arms purple and silent and absolutely massive, thighs like a toddler, chest broad and round, the cord trailing back between Jung's trembling legs to where his ass still gaped open and glistening from the effort of the last few hours.
For one terrible second nothing happened and Kyle's heart stopped completely.
“Oh my god!” Jung nervously exclaimed, “Is it okay? Is he breathing?”
“Come on, baby.” Kyle said under his breath as he turned the baby downward facing the floor and rubbing and patting its back.
And then the baby opened his mouth.
The sound that came out of him was not a cry so much as a declaration, full-throated and furious and so loud that Jung laughed out loud, a broken, exhausted, disbelieving sound that shook his entire body.
"Haaaah... oh god... hoo hoo... oh my god..."
Kyle placed the baby on Jung's chest without a word, and Jung's arms came around him immediately, pulling him close, pressing his face into the top of the baby's wet dark hair while his chest heaved and his cock lay thick and flushed and insistently hard against the lower curve of his still-round belly.
"Oh baby, that was scary," Kyle said, rubbing Jung’s visibly deflated belly as Jung brought the baby to his now leaking breast. “Oh, what do we have here?” He playfully asked, his hand gently rubbing Jung’s still hard cock.
"Hnngh..." Jung exhaled, long and shaking, his hips shifting against the mattress. "Kyle."
“Yes, babe?”
"I need–" Jung's breath hitched. "I need you to do something about that."
Kyle looked at his husband's cock, flushed dark and slick and so obviously aching that it was almost painful to look at, and then looked at his own, which had been in exactly the same condition for the better part of an hour, and almost laughed.
"I have an idea," he said.
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I knoooow the posting schedule is out of whack! But thank you for still being here, bunnies! 🤗 Here is my entry for week 68. I hope you're all doing well. I'm happy to report that I am surprisingly doing better, but still not back home. I am, however, having more ideas than I had in months for stories over here. I just wish sometimes I could type faster lol Hope y'all enjoy this short entry.
Word count: 2078 words
Summary: Overdue and completely alone, a first-time mother goes into labor and gets far more than she bargained for.
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit depictions of pregnancy, labor, and birth. Unassisted solo birth, first-time mother, surprise twins...
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She shifted onto her back against the hallway wall, knees drawn up and falling open because there was nothing else they could do, her nightgown hiked up around her waist and pulling her soaked panties off.
The mirror was directly in front of her and she had already stopped pretending she wasn't looking at it, watching the reflection of her own body with a focus that surprised her even through the pain.
The pressure between her thighs had become something beyond pressure almost immediately, a full, insistent, outward-pushing force that made her reach down without thinking, her fingers finding the stretched, swollen heat of herself and tracing carefully around the small, tight opening where the very top of the baby's head was already pressing through.\
"Oh god," she breathed, staring at her own reflection. "Oh god, you are enormous."
She was so stretched. So unbearably, impossibly stretched, and the head had barely started.
She bore down hard, her chin dropping to her chest, both hands gripping the undersides of her thighs and hauling them back as far as they would go.
"Haaaah... hoo hoo... haaaah... hhhhh..."
In the mirror she watched the opening stretch wider, the teardrop shape forming slowly and then holding as she pushed, the top of the head pressing through and then easing back as the contraction peaked.
The burn was extraordinary, a hot, searing ring that made her toes curl against the floor, and she breathed through it in long, controlled streams between pushes because her body was not offering her a choice.
"Haaaah... hhhhhh... come on... hoo hoo... come ON–"
Each contraction stretched her a fraction further, her body learning the size of what it was working with and negotiating accordingly, the teardrop shape in the mirror growing wider and more insistent with every push.
"HNNNNGGGHH– fuck– FFFUCK– hoo hoo hoo– haaaah–"
On the next contraction she pushed longer and harder than anything before it, her whole body straining forward, and the head came to a nearly full crown, the widest point of it breaching and holding, the skin around it stretched so white and so taut that she could see every detail of it in the mirror with a clarity that made her breath catch even through the pain.
She held the push as the wave ebbed, refusing to let the head retreat, breathing in short, sharp bursts through her nose.
"Hhhh– hhhh– hhhh– don't you go back, don't you dare go back– hhhh– hhhh–"
The next wave came fast and she rode it all the way to the top, bearing down with a sound that started low in her chest and climbed, and the head crowned fully, the entire crown of it bulging out of her in a slow, wet, squelching bloom that made her cry out and grip her own thigh hard enough to leave marks.
"NNNNGGGHHHAAAA– oh– OH– hoo hoo hoo– oh my god–"
She reached down and cupped it with both hands.
"How," she said, out loud. "How are you this big?"
Another contraction crested far too quickly than she had expected. It’s more insistent now that the head is almost fully out, as if it cannot wait to be expelled from her now bulged out dripping pussy.
The head came free in a gush of fluid so forceful it sprayed the mirror, amniotic fluid running freely down the hardwood floor beneath her, and Rachel collapsed back against the wall with the baby's head cradled in both her hands and her chest heaving and her whole body shaking.
She looked at herself, at the sheer scale of what had just come out of her, and laughed, a short, broken, disbelieving sound.
She had barely caught her breath when the next massive contraction hit her.
"HNNNNGGGHH– oh shit– hoo hoo hoo– NNNGGHHAAA–"
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Hey bunnies! Here is week 67 comin' in hot! I REALLY enjoyed writing this and I think I'm really enjoying the hidden public labor and will be exploring a more hidden public birth but not as explosive and dramatic like this one in future stories lol Hope you're all doing well, eating well, and taking your vitamins and medications. Health is wealth. Love y'all.
Word Count: 5386 words
Summary: A PhD candidate crosses the stage ten days overdue and walks off with more than just her diploma.
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit depictions of pregnancy, labor, and birth. Public labor and delivery, hidden labor, clothed birth...
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On the stage, Maya turned toward the camera and felt, for one brief and genuine second, something close to triumph. Five years. She had done it. She was holding the diploma.
She almost smiled.
And then, without a single warning, the dam broke.
A torrent of fluid rushed out of her all at once, loud and unstoppable, flooding through her shapewear and soaking her dress and her shoes and the stage floor beneath her feet in the space of a breath, splashing across the shoes of the faculty member standing closest to her and catching the edge of the Dean's trousers. The sound carried. The microphones caught the collective gasp of four hundred people like a wave breaking against a wall.
Maya's face crumpled completely.
She didn't think. She didn't look at the camera or the Dean or the faculty beside her.
Her diploma hit the stage floor and she reached down with both hands and hiked her robes and her soaked dress up in one uncareful motion, and the auditorium saw exactly what she had been hiding for the past two hours.
The shapewear stretched drum-tight over a bulge so enormous and so low that it barely looked like part of her body anymore, pressing outward with a fullness that made several people in the front rows audibly react.
"It's coming," Maya gasped, her knuckles white against her thighs, her chest heaving. "Priya, it's coming right now, I can feel it, I can feel the head, it's coming," and true enough, through the massive bulge of her now exposed pussy a small teardrop shape formed and slowly began to open.
"I need Eric, I need–" her voice broke apart mid-sentence, swallowed by a contraction that rolled through her like a freight train. "Get Errriiiic–hnnnngh– hoo hoo hoo– HNNNGGHH–"
Eric, to his credit, was already moving fast, pushing through the row of seats with his phone still in his hand and his eyes locked on his wife, excusing himself past knees and programmes and people who were half-standing and not sure what to do with themselves.
He hit the aisle at a run, took the stage steps two at a time, and crossed the floor to her in seconds, dropping to his knees in front of her chair and taking both of her hands in his, his broad shoulders and the width of his back forming a wall between Maya and the four hundred people who were watching from the auditorium floor.
"I'm here," he said. "Maya, I'm right here."
Maya looked at him for exactly one second before another wave seized her completely.
"HNNNNGGGHHHH–hoooo–NNNGGHH–" The head hammered through the teardrop shaped opening incessantly trying so hard to come out.
But it was not opening wide enough as she wasn't pushing as hard and long as she needed to.
The top of the baby's head pushed against the stretched, swollen opening of her body in a slow, insistent grind that made Maya's thighs shake and her toes curl hard against the wet stage floor, and then it would ease back just slightly when the contraction peaked, never quite retreating, never quite advancing, just sitting there at the threshold with a patience that Maya's body absolutely did not share.
"HNNNNGGGHH– hooo hoo hoo– NNNGGHH–"
She bore down with everything she had, her chin dropped to her chest, her hands flying back to grip the undersides of her thighs and haul them open wider, her belly sitting between her legs like a full, immovable globe, hard as stone and pulled so low it was almost resting against the chair beneath her.
The push crested and she fell back, gasping.
"Haaaah– hoo hoo– haaaah–"
Her chest was heaving, and with every forward surge of her body the compression of her bra was doing something it was not designed for, the pressure of each push forcing the full, aching weight of her breasts against the thick padding until the fabric was visibly darkening in two spreading patches, milk seeping steadily through the layers whether she had any say in it or not.
"Something's wrong," she gritted out between breaths, her voice cracking at the edges. "It doesn't feel right, it feels wrong, why isn't it–HNNNNGGGHH–"
Another push tore through her, long and grinding and brutal, and the teardrop shape bulged wider and held, the skin around it stretched so tightly it had gone pale at the edges.
"NNNGGHHAAA– oh god– HOO HOO HOO– HNNGH–"
The crowd at the base of the stage had thickened, people pressing forward and then being pushed back by university staff trying to clear a path, and somewhere in the auditorium someone was loudly directing the paramedics who were fighting their way through a crush of bodies that had no idea which direction to move in.
Luckily, a woman in a navy blue uniform pushed through the cluster of faculty members at the edge of the stage with her kit already open, short and fast-moving and entirely unbothered by the chaos around her, and dropped to her knees beside Priya without ceremony.
"Campus health," she said briskly, snapping on a glove. She looked between Maya's thighs, took in exactly what she was dealing with, and her expression went from focused to very focused.
"She's sunny side up," she said, to Priya and Eric and anyone else close enough to hear. "Baby's posterior. That's why it's fighting her."
She moved into position without missing a beat and looked up at Maya. "You just gotta push harder for longer."
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Hey bunnies! Thank you for being patient for this story drop. I had a lot of fun writing this and ooooh man, do I hate the guy in here lol! Hope y'all enjoy this entry, although it's a week late.
Word count: 7359 words
Summary: A heavily pregnant wife confronts her cheating husband at his favorite Friday night restaurant and finds out she is far from the only one expecting.
Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit depictions of pregnancy, labor, and birth. Infidelity, public confrontation, simultaneous labor and delivery in a restaurant setting...
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"GRRRAAANNGH-- HAAAAAAAH-- HNNNGGGH--" Gigi bore down with everything she had left, one final, enormous, unstoppable push, and the baby's torso shot free in an explosive surge of fluid that hit the restaurant floor like a burst pipe, spraying in every direction, soaking the legs of every nearby table.
The baby came out fast. Too fast.
The nurse's head snapped up from Penny's side and her body moved entirely on instinct, lunging across the wet floor on her knees, arms outstretched, sliding the last foot and catching the baby bare inches from the low wooden divider separating the dining area from the waiting area.
The entire restaurant erupted.
Several people were on their feet. A woman near the window had both hands pressed over her mouth. A man near the back actually cheered, then immediately looked embarrassed about it.
The nurse sat on the wet restaurant floor with the baby in her arms, chest heaving, staring at what she was holding for one stunned second before her training kicked fully back in.
Gigi lay flat on her back, completely spent, her chest rising and falling in ragged heaves, milk still streaming freely, her soaked dress twisted around her. "Hoo-- hoo-- hoo-- is-- hoo-- is the baby--"
"I've got the baby," the nurse called back, her voice shaking slightly. "I've got the baby, the baby is fine."
And then Gigi's body bore down one final time entirely on its own, a massive, involuntary push that tore a groan out of her before she even knew it was coming. "HNNNGH--" The placenta came bursting free in one explosive rush, fluid spraying across the restaurant floor all over again, and the nearest table of diners collectively pushed their chairs back as far as they would go.
Someone near the back of the restaurant made a sound that suggested they were seriously reconsidering their dinner.
Gigi let her head fall back against the floor and stared at the ceiling, breathing in long, shuddering pulls. "Haaah-- hoo-- hoo-- haaah--"
Nikki crouched beside her, one hand pressed to Gigi's forehead, not saying anything for once.
From across the restaurant Penny let out a long, warbling wail. "OHHHHH-- OHHHHHH-- it's coming-- it's COMING--"
"You!" the nurse's voice cut sharp across the chaos. "Cheater! Get down between her legs and support the head!”
Greg dropped to his knees beside Penny without a word, his hands finding the baby's crowning head under the nurse's instruction, his face pale and sweating.
The nurse crossed back to Gigi, carefully lifting the baby and carrying it across the wet floor. She crouched beside Gigi and lowered the baby onto her chest.
Gigi's arms came up automatically, pulling the baby in, and she let out a breath that had been building for nine months. Her belly, which had been so enormous and round and low for so long, lay noticeably softer against her, deflated and loose beneath her soaked dress, all that water and baby finally gone from it.
"Oh baby," Gigi whispered, looking down, tears streaming down her face. She was so overwhelmed with emotions.
Nikki pressed both hands over her mouth. “She’s beautiful, Gigi…”
From across the restaurant Penny's voice climbed sharply. "OHHHH-- OHHHH-- GREG-- GREG IT'S RIGHT THERE--"
"I've got it," Greg said, his voice tight, his hands shaking under the nurse's watchful eye.
"HNNNGGH-- OHHHH-- OHHHHH--" Penny bore down hard, her fingers digging into the chair behind her, her whole body shaking.
One of her hands gripped the back of the chair and the other she brought down to her chest to squeeze her own breast and pulled down the top of her dress and rolled her nipple between her fingers.
“YES! YES! YEEEEEEESSSSS–HAAAAAAAHHHH!”, then with one long, warbling cry that climbed higher and higher, the baby came all at once in a rush of fluid, the head and shoulders and torso emerging in one continuous, unstoppable surge that left Penny gasping, her eyes rolling back, her whole body going limp against the chair like every bone in her had dissolved at once.
Greg caught the baby on pure instinct, his hands shaking, his face completely white.
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What’s going on, bunnies? Week 65 drop is written for my favorite birth fic writer, @shhhsecretsideblog ^^ Hope ya’ll enjoy this public birth story ^_~
Word count: 4641 words
Summary: A heavily pregnant woman labors through a black-tie charity gala with her wife, both of them savoring the thrill of keeping her advancing labor a secret from three hundred oblivious guests until the baby refuses to wait any longer.
Content Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. Contains hidden/secret labor, consensual birth denial, labor in a public setting, clothing birth...
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"Dance with me."
Sienna looked up, and for one unguarded second, the mask slipped and Margaux saw the effort, the concentration, the deep burn of a contraction pulling her features tight.
Then Sienna took her hand and rose from the chair, smooth and poised despite the enormous, gravid swell between her hips that shifted her center of gravity forward and forced her to brace one hand against the table as she stood.
"You look incredible," Margaux said, sliding her arm around Sienna's waist.
"I look like I'm going to deliver a baby on a dance floor."
"Exactly. Incredible."
Sienna laughed, breathy and full, and then her hand clamped down on Margaux's shoulder as another contraction rolled through her, hard enough that she had to stop walking and breathe through it while Margaux held her upright. "Haaah... hoo hoo hoo... haaah..."
"I've got you. Lean on me."
"I'm fine, I'm fine, it's passing..." Sienna blew out a long breath and straightened, squaring her shoulders, and let Margaux guide her onto the floor.
Margaux pulled her in close, one hand pressed flat against the small of her back and the other resting on the side of her belly where the emerald fabric stretched tight and warm.
She could feel everything through the satin, the hard, massive curve of Sienna's uterus, the way her abdomen turned to stone during each contraction, the low tremor running through her core as her body worked to bring their baby down.
Margaux began to sway, a slow, gentle rocking motion, and Sienna followed, letting her hips roll into the movement.
"That's it," Margaux said against her temple. "Let the music cover you."
"Mmm... hoo hoo..." Sienna's fingers dug into the shoulder of Margaux's tuxedo jacket, bunching the fabric.
"They're getting so much stronger. I can feel the head right against my cervix, and every time a contraction comes, it pushes lower."
"How low?"
"Like, right there. Right at my opening." Sienna's mouth pressed against Margaux's neck, and her words vibrated against the skin. "I can feel myself starting to dilate around it. The pressure is unreal."
Margaux's hand shifted to the underside of Sienna's belly, cradling the massive, hanging weight of it through the gown, and she felt how far the baby had descended since that morning, the swell sitting full and heavy in Sienna's pelvis, so low that the bottom of her belly nearly grazed the top of her thighs when she moved.
"You're close."
"I know I'm close. I've done this enough times to know what close feels like." Sienna pulled back just far enough to look Margaux in the eye, and her pupils were blown wide, her lips parted, a flush spreading down her neck and across her chest.
"I feel like I need to push."
The words hit Margaux in the center of her chest, and she tightened her hold on Sienna's waist. "You're going to wait."
"Margaux..."
"Look at me." Margaux's voice dropped, soft and absolute, the tone reserved for labor, for the delivery room, for the car, for the bedroom floor.
The tone that Sienna responded to like a reflex. "You're going to breathe through it, and you're going to wait, because I'm telling you to wait. Do you understand?"
Sienna's lower lip trembled, and a small, breathless sound slipped out of her, caught between a moan and a laugh. "God, you are so bossy when I'm in labor."
"And you love every second of it. Blow the air out, come on. Hoo hoo hoo."
"Hoo hoo hoo... hhhaaa..." Sienna panted the sounds into Margaux's collarbone, her body swaying with the music, her belly pressed between them so tightly that Margaux could feel each contraction building and cresting as clearly as if it were her own.
The band played on.
Couples swirled around them.
Three hundred people drank champagne and laughed and danced, and every single one of them was completely unaware that the beautiful pregnant woman in the emerald gown was deep in labor, fighting the urge to push, held in place by her wife's arms and her wife's voice and the pure, electric thrill of their shared secret.
"Good girl," Margaux breathed against her ear. "Keep breathing for me."
"Nnngghh..." A guttural groan vibrated through Sienna's chest, and Margaux felt her bear down, a full-body clench, her abdomen going rigid, her thighs locking together, every muscle below her waist contracting in one powerful involuntary push.
Margaux pulled her tighter, wrapping both arms around her, containing her.
"Blow it out. Hoo hoo hoo. Don't push."
"I'm trying... haaah... Margaux, my body is doing it on its own, I can't... hoo hoo hoo... nnngghh, I can't stop it..."
"Yes, you can. You've done this six times, and your body answers to you. Blow through it. Override it."
Sienna pressed her face into Margaux's neck, and her hips rocked forward in a slow, involuntary grind that she masked as a dance step.
Margaux guided her through it, swaying, turning her body so that Sienna's back faced the nearest table of guests.
The contraction held for a long, brutal stretch, and Sienna's breathing fractured into short, strained bursts against Margaux's throat.
"Talk to me," Margaux said when it finally released. "What are you feeling right now?"
"Oh god..." Sienna exhaled, shaking. "The head is right there. Right in my birth canal, pushing down, and my cervix is opening around it, I can feel every single centimeter.
And every contraction makes the head press harder against my opening, and I swear the only thing stopping this baby from coming out is sheer willpower and the fact that you told me to hold on."
"And you're holding beautifully."
"I am losing my mind, Margaux. I am in full-blown labor on a dance floor surrounded by three hundred people and I have a baby's head pressing into my vagina, and you are slow-dancing with me like we're at prom."
Margaux laughed against her hair. "Best prom I've ever been to."
"NNNGGHH... oh god, oh god, here comes another one..." Sienna's entire body locked up, and her face buried into Margaux's chest, and the sound that poured out of her was deep and guttural and barely muffled by the tuxedo fabric.
"Hnnnggg... aaahhhh... it's pushing down, it's pushing out, I can feel the head bulging against my underwear..."
The band picked up the tempo, and the floor flooded with more dancers, bodies pressing closer on all sides, which meant more cover and more noise to mask her breathing, but also less room, and Margaux could feel Sienna losing control of it now, her hips rolling in waves that had nothing to do with music, her thighs trembling with the effort of holding back, her breathing dissolving into ragged pants between each contraction.
"Margaux." Sienna gripped her lapels and looked up at her, and her eyes were glassy, wet, desperate.
"I need to push. I really, really need to push. My body is bearing down whether I tell it to or not, and the head is stretching me open, and I can feel it pressing into my underwear so hard that I think it's about to come through."
Margaux cupped the back of Sienna's head and pressed their foreheads together. "How much longer can you give me?"
"Minutes. Maybe less. This baby is coming, and it is coming fast."
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Hey bunnies! So this story was supposed to post last week. I scheduled it and left it lol should have checked back in because it failed to post. Apologies about that! Won’t be scheduling now, I suppose.
But anyway, this has been a concept I’ve thought about in a very long time and have actually considered turning this into an amazon ebook. But I’d like to know your thoughts on non-human births like this.
Word count: 7195 words
Summary: A one-night stand turns into something considerably more complicated when the town OB turns out to be both the father and not entirely human.
I've posted the full uncensored warnings in the Vault to make sure this update doesn't go against the community guidelines of Tumblr ^_^
"You have no idea what you've done to me since the day I walked into that exam room and saw your face."
"Tell me," she breathed.
"I'm showing you," he said, and his hand found her clit, and she gasped and arched back into him.
"You're so wet," he said, rougher now. "Even in active labor, even like this, you are completely soaked for me. Every single time. Do you know what that does to me, Elara?"
"More," she said. "Give me more and I'll let you know."
He thrust harder and worked her clit simultaneously and she bore down into the next contraction with her hips rocking back against him, the labor and the pleasure layering together at the peak into something she had no existing framework for.
"HNNNGGGHHHHH... oh god... Declan... I'm gonna cum, I can feel it already..." She came hard and suddenly, clenching around him, her whole body shuddering from her thighs to her shoulders, and he groaned rough against her neck and followed her with a sound that went through her entire spine.
They lay still for one breath.
Then a contraction hit so hard and so deep that her whole body lurched forward, and the sound that came out of her had nothing to do with pleasure.
"HNNNGGGGGHHHHH... oh FUCK... haaah haaah hoo hoo hoo..." Her belly went completely rigid under his palm, and at the absolute peak of it something shifted dramatically inside her, one brutal drop of pressure that emptied her lungs entirely.
Then the warm rush came, forceful and immediate, soaking through everything beneath her, and she lay in the aftermath of it breathing slowly with her eyes open.
“Holy fuck!”
“Ahhh shit, hooo hoo–”
Declan was already moving, carefully withdrawing, helping her turn onto her back with both hands on her. Her belly settled enormously across her as she lay back, the full gravid weight of four pups sitting so low on her frame it changed her shape entirely.
He checked her, and when he looked up his face was completely without its clinical surface.
"Ten centimeters," he said. "You are fully there, Elara."
"Then let's bring them home," she said, and bore down into the next contraction before he had finished repositioning.
"HNNNGGGGGHHHHH... haaah haaah haaah... Declan, everything dropped at once, all of it at once..."
"I know," he said, both hands where they needed to be. "I can see it. When you need to push, push."
"I need to push," she said immediately, and pushed.
The first push was enormous and full-bodied, and she bore down with her chin tucked and her teeth set, and he watched the entrance to her body begin to respond to the pressure.
Her vulva swelled and pushed outward, the folds of her labia spreading, and then at the center of her opening, the shape pressing through was longer and narrower than any human infant, a dark snout leading forward with two tiny forepaws pressed flat against either side of it, the snout and head together pressing through her entrance in a long, slender, unmistakable shape.
Elara looked down between her thighs.
"Oh," she breathed, and her voice was full of wonder rather than anything like fear.
"I've got them," Declan said, warm and certain. "This is exactly how it's supposed to be. Push, sweetheart."
She pushed again, hard, and the snout pressed further through her entrance, her labia spreading wide to accommodate the length of it, the tiny forepaws folding flat against the sides of the narrow head as it pressed through behind the snout.
Her entrance stretched into a long, unfamiliar oval, her perineum straining thin, the skin between her perineum and her butt hole flushing deep with the pressure.
Sweat beaded at her temples and her collarbone. "HNNNGGGGGHHHHH... haaah haaah haaah... it's different, it's so different, I didn't expect the shape of it..."
"You're stretching perfectly," Declan said, one hand flat and warm against her perineum. "Their head is almost through. One big push."
"HNNNGGGGGHHHHH..." She bore down long and hard and the first pup's head cleared her entrance in a gush of amniotic fluid that squirted across the quilts and splashed across Declan's forearms, and he caught them in both hands, and Elara looked down and saw dark, slick fur, a small snout, forepaws the size of her thumb, ears pressed flat against a round, damp head.
"Oh," she breathed again. "Oh, they're a puppy. Declan, they're an actual puppy."
"They are," he said, and his voice was so warm with it that she felt it move through her chest. "Push again. Shoulders."
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Sorry for the delay of Week 63 drop, and don’t worry Week 64 is dropping later today, too. I do hope y’all enjoyed the bonuses and the free for all commissioned story last week. I had such a BUSY week and might get busier over the next three months because of work. BUT I do have a lot of new commissioned stories set to come out next week and a few more bonuses so keep an eye out for those ^_^
Word Count: 3297 words
Summary: A couple puts their homebirth research into a delicious practice
Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic features a transmasc as the birthing person and observes they/them pronouns for said character. It also contains extremely explicit sexual content, explicit twin birth, explicit birth descriptions, explicit genital descriptions, unassisted home birth, sex during active labor, oral sex, double-ended vibrator use, orgasm, squirting, nipple stimulation, lactation, breastfeeding, dirty talk, orgasm-induced water breaking, intact membrane delivery, crowning descriptions, amniotic fluid, and bodily fluids. All characters are adults. Reader discretion strongly advised. 💕
Here's a deliciously extended excerpt. 👇🏼
"Jade," Jamie said, voice low. "Jade, get over here right now."
Jade looked at them through heavy eyes and smiled, and carefully lay back against the pillows, spreading her thighs, one hand extended toward Jamie in invitation. "Come here. Get on top of me."
Jamie moved slowly, carefully, rolling onto their knees and swinging one leg over Jade's hips, their enormous belly hanging heavy between them as they settled. Jade reached up and wrapped both hands around Jamie's hips to steady them, and Jamie reached between their bodies, wrapping one hand around the longer end of the toy still seated inside Jade, feeling it shift, hearing Jade moan at the movement.
"Haah, careful, ohh," Jade breathed.
"Sorry, sorry," Jamie murmured, not sorry at all, and slowly aligned the longer end with their own entrance, already slick and swollen and aching, the head of their first baby so low in their pelvis that everything felt twice as full as it should.
"Haah," Jamie breathed as they began to sink down. "Ohh, ohh, that's, hoo hoo, it's so full, Jade, there's so much, nnngghh."
"Take your time," Jade managed, her own breath gone ragged at the shift of the vibrator inside her as Jamie's weight settled. "Go slow, baby."
"Haah hoo hoo, ohh god," Jamie sank down the last inch and the clit nub pressed between them, catching both their clits at once, and they both made the same sound at the same moment, loud and broken and utterly shameless.
"OHHHH," Jade gasped.
"NNNGGHH," Jamie groaned.
They stared at each other for one breathless second and then Jade leaned forward and buried her face against Jamie's breast, opening her mouth over the darkened, heavy nipple, and latched on. The letdown hit Jamie like a wave, milk releasing in a rush, and the sensation poured straight through them and added to everything else already happening in their body, and Jamie gripped the back of Jade's head with one hand and pressed her closer.
They started to move.
Slowly at first, both of them finding the angle, Jamie's enormous belly hanging between them, so round and so gravid and so low, shifting with every roll of their hips. The clit nub caught and dragged between them with each movement and they both chased it, hips rolling forward, the vibration humming through them both from the inside.
"Haah, haah, ohh Jade, ohh, hoo hoo hoo," Jamie's free hand found their own other nipple and squeezed, milk beading at the tip, and Jade groaned against the breast in her mouth and ground harder up into Jamie. "Nnngghh, ohh, that's so good, haah, don't stop, please don't stop."
The contraction that had been quietly building in the background arrived without warning, crashing into the pleasure already building in Jamie's body and amplifying everything at once, the pressure deep in their pelvis becoming enormous, their whole lower half lit up with sensation from every direction simultaneously.
"Ohh, ohh, haah hoo hoo, contraction, Jade, I have a contraction, don't stop, NNNGGHH." Jamie ground down hard through it, riding both the contraction and the vibrator and Jade's mouth on their breast, the sounds coming out of them escalating into something that had no ceiling. "Haah haah haah, ohhhh GOD, JADE, I'm gonna, I'm, NNNGGHH, OHHHH."
"Come on," Jade breathed against their breast, grinding up into them. "Come on, baby, let go, ohh, I'm, haah, I'm close too, ohh."
"HNNNGGG, AHHH, OHHHH." Jamie's thighs locked around Jade's hips and they came in a full body shudder, gushing hard, squirting against where their bodies were joined, and Jade cried out at the same moment and ground through her own orgasm with a long, broken moan, both of them shaking and loud and completely undone.
The room went quiet except for their breathing.
Then Jamie felt it. Warmth that didn't stop. A gush that kept coming, spreading beneath them, different from the squirt, thinner and continuous and warm in a way that had no end point.
They looked down. Then at Jade.
"Oh shit," Jade said. "Babe. Your waters broke."
Jamie stared at the spreading wet soaking into the sheet beneath them. "That wasn't."
"That is significantly more than squirting."
"Oh my god."
They stared at each other for three full seconds of complete stillness and then Jamie dropped their forehead against Jade's and dissolved into laughter, breathless, disbelieving and Jade laughed too with her whole chest, pressing her hand over her mouth, both of them shaking with laughter, surprise, and excitement, quite frankly.
"Well it worked," Jamie wheezed. "All those hours researching"
"Twelve studies," Jade managed, wiping her eyes.
"We have to frame those studies. We have to frame every single one of them."
Jade pressed a long kiss to Jamie's forehead, still smiling, and then gently helped them lift off the vibrator, both of them hissing softly at the slide of it. Jamie settled onto their back beside her and Jade carefully removed her own end, setting the toy aside. She reached for the warm cloth on the nightstand and cleaned them both up with unhurried, thorough hands, pressing her lips briefly to Jamie's inner thigh when she finished.
"Okay," Jade said, reaching for a glove, shifting to kneel between Jamie's thighs. "Let me check where you're"
"Jade." Jamie's voice had dropped entirely. Something in it had changed, lower and urgent and very different from thirty seconds ago. Their hand pressed hard against the underside of their belly. "Babe. I think I need to puuuush, hoo, oh fuck, hoo hoo hoo."
Jade looked down and forgot about the glove entirely.
Jamie's vulva was already swollen and bulging outward in a full, taut swell, the skin flushed deep and stretched, the shape of it transforming even as Jade watched. The opening was pulling into a teardrop, unmistakable and urgent, and at the very tip of it, catching the warm light of the lamp, a sliver of dark, wet hair was already visible.
"Okay," Jade breathed. "Okay. Babe, the baby’s coming out…"
"I KNOW," Jamie said, with the emphasis of someone whose body was done asking permission. "Haah hoo hoo, NNNGGHH, it's, oh god, it's so much pressure, it's right THERE."
"I know, I see it." Jade positioned herself, one hand supporting Jamie's perineum, warm and firm. "On the next contraction, you push. Follow what your body's doing."
"It's already, it's already here, NNNGGHH, haah haah hoo hoo, HNNNGGG." Jamie bore down and the bulge swelled further outward, the teardrop deepening and widening, that sliver of dark hair spreading into the unmistakable wet curve of a head pressing through, so close, impossibly close.
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What's going on, bunnies? This week I have a sleep birth commission for you, and oh my goodness, I had the best time working on this one.
The entire concept comes from an absolutely incredible birth fic by Exponenshul, who is seriously so talented and deserves all the flowers. I read their original story myself and honestly couldn't stop thinking about it afterward because it's THAT good. If you haven't read their work yet, please go check them out and give them some love because their writing is genuinely amazing.
My commissioner fell head over heels for their story and came to me wanting a slightly different take on the same scenario, and when I tell you I was giddy when this request came in, I mean it. Getting to play with a concept this fun that someone else brought to life so beautifully felt like such a treat, and I am very honored to have been trusted with an idea that is entirely theirs.
I really, really hope I've done Exponenshul's story justice, and to them personally, thank you so much for creating something that sparked so much inspiration and thank you most of all for allowing me to write a slightly different spin on your original story. You are incredible. @exponenshul
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Word count: 3075 words
Summary: A man discovers his very pregnant wife is giving birth…in the middle of a VERY vivid wet dream
Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains extremely explicit sexual sleep birth, unconscious labor and delivery, explicit birth descriptions, explicit genital descriptions, sexual dream dialogue (sleep-talking), dirty talk, bodily fluids (amniotic fluid, blood), placenta delivery, emergency call (911), accidental unassisted home birth.All characters are adults. Reader discretion strongly advised.
Eddie's eyes open to the sound of Lianne moaning beside him, her voice breathy and low in a way that makes his body respond before his brain fully catches up. He lies still for a moment, listening, and another moan curls out of her, this one longer, her hips shifting under the sheets.
"Mmm... yes... right there..."
He turns his head on the pillow. Her face half covered by her arm, her enormous pregnant belly creating a round silhouette beneath the covers, and her hips are rocking in slow, small circles. Her breath hitches, and she lets out a gasp that goes straight to his groin.
"God, you're so big," she breathes, her voice thick with sleep and something else entirely. "I can feel all of you..."
Eddie props himself up on one elbow, a grin spreading across his face. At thirty-nine weeks pregnant, Lianne's sex drive has been insatiable, and apparently that extends to her dreams too. He reaches over and places his hand on the swell of her belly, rubbing it gently through her thin nightgown. The gravid globe of it is warm against his palm, so low and heavy that it sags into the mattress beneath her.
"Having fun without me, babe?" he murmurs.
She gives him nothing back, lost in whatever scene her sleeping mind has built for her. Her thighs press together and release, and a shudder runs through her body. "Nnnh... fuck... stretch me open..."
Eddie chuckles softly and presses a kiss to her bare shoulder. He is about to settle back into his pillow and let her enjoy her dream when his hand registers something unexpected. Her belly is hard under his palm, the muscles drawn tight like a fist clenching, and it stays that way for several long seconds before gradually softening.
He keeps his hand there, waiting, and Lianne moans again. "Ohhh... oh god, it's so much... I'm so full..."
Her pelvis tilts forward and her back arches, pushing her massive belly outward, and Eddie feels it happen again: the entire surface of her abdomen goes rigid beneath his fingers, tightening from the top downward in a slow, powerful wave. His grin fades.
"Lianne? Babe, wake up."
She is gone, somewhere deep in her dream. Her lips part and a long, shuddering exhale escapes her. "Mmmhh... deeper... give me more..."
Eddie sits up fully and pulls the covers back. In the dim glow from the hallway nightlight, he can see that her nightgown has ridden up around her hips and her thighs are glistening. There is a large wet patch on the sheet beneath her, soaking outward in a dark, irregular circle that has already spread to his side of the bed.
His heart kicks hard against his ribs. "Lianne, honey, I need you to wake up right now."
"Aahh... aahhh, yes... spread me open, I want to feel it all..."
She rolls onto her back with a groan, her knees drawing up and falling wide apart, and Eddie's stomach drops.Between her legs, the cotton of her underwear is soaked through and clinging to something round and hard that is pressing outward, the fabric stretched so tight over it that he can see the curve clearly in the low light.
"Oh fuck." He scrambles to his knees on the mattress and leans in close, his hands hovering uselessly. He reaches between her thighs with shaking fingers and presses them against the saturated cotton, and through the clinging fabric he can feel a smooth, firm dome about the size of a tennis ball, bulging steadily from her body and distending her underwear into a taut, glistening pouch. He can feel the seams straining under the pressure, feel the heat pouring off her skin, and when he traces the curve of it, he feels the unmistakable texture of hair through the wet cotton.
"Lianne!" He grabs her shoulder and shakes her hard enough that her head lolls. "Lianne, wake up, the baby is coming out!"
Her brow furrows and her head rolls to one side, her lips forming words between shallow breaths. "Mmmh... so close... I'm going to..."
Her entire body tenses, her fingers curling into the fitted sheet so hard that the corner pops free from the mattress. A deep, guttural groan pours out of her as her pelvis bears down, and Eddie watches the bulge between her legs swell further, the baby's head pushing harder against the straining cotton. A fresh gush of warm, clear fluid soaks through the fabric in a sudden rush and spreads rapidly across the sheet beneath her.
"Nnngghhh... oooh god, yes, fill me up... every inch..."
Eddie's hands are trembling so badly he nearly drops his phone twice before managing to dial 911. He presses it to his ear with his shoulder, keeping his eyes locked on his wife.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"My wife is having the baby right now, in our bed." His voice cracks on every other word. "The head is already coming out and she's asleep. She is completely asleep and I cannot wake her up."
"Okay, sir, I need you to stay calm for me. Can you see the baby's head? Is there any active bleeding?"
"I can feel it through her underwear, it's, like, bulging out, and there's fluid everywhere, her water must have broken, and she..."
He trails off because Lianne lets out a loud, throaty moan that fills the bedroom, her back lifting off the mattress in a long, slow arch. "Aahhh... fuck yes... right there, right there, don't stop..."
"Is that the mother?" the dispatcher asks.
"Yeah, she's talking in her sleep. She's dreaming. I think she thinks she's..." He rubs his face with his free hand. "She thinks she's having sex."
"All right, sir, that's okay. I need your address."
Eddie rattles it off, tripping over the street number, and the dispatcher confirms that paramedics are being dispatched. "In the meantime, I need you to support the baby's head. Do you understand? Support the head, and do not pull. Can you remove whatever's covering the birth area?"
"Yeah, okay, I can do that." Eddie drops the phone onto the bed with the line still open and positions himself between Lianne's splayed thighs. Her underwear is stretched to its absolute limit, both side seams cutting into her hips, and the saturated cotton is molded around the top of the baby's skull like a second skin. He can see dark, wet hair plastered against the curve of it.
"I'm going to move your panties, honey," he says, knowing she cannot hear him, needing to say it anyway. He hooks two fingers under the crotch of her underwear and pulls the fabric to the side, and the pressure is so great that the cotton resists him, pressing firmly back against his fingers before finally giving way with an audible snap of a side stitch.
The baby's head emerges from behind the cotton with a slick, wet sound, and Eddie sucks in a sharp breath. Lianne's vulva is stretched wide around the crown, her skin flushed a deep, rosy pink and glistening with amniotic fluid. Her outer labia are pulled taut, swollen and shining, and her inner lips are splayed flat against the curve of the baby's skull, so thin and stretched that they look almost translucent.
The dark, matted hair of the baby's head is visible in a circle about three inches across, and below it, her perineum is bulging outward, thinning slowly as the head advances. Her clitoris is engorged and prominent above the crowning head, and below, her butthole clenches and releases in involuntary pulses as the internal pressure builds.
The shape of the opening is a perfect teardrop, the widest stretch at the bottom where her perineum is pulled thin as paper, and Eddie can see the slow, impossible way her body is yielding to the baby's head, millimeter by millimeter.
"Oh my god," he breathes.
"Mmmmhh... I can feel it... it's stretching me so wide..." Lianne groans, her head pressing back into the pillow, her eyes sealed shut. Her hands find her own belly and grip the taut, hanging swell of it, her fingers pressing into the drum-tight skin. "More... give me more... I want all of it inside me..."
Her body bears down again in a long, involuntary push, and Eddie watches the head advance another centimeter, the crown widening the teardrop, her vaginal opening expanding in a slow, glistening stretch that seems to defy everything he thought a body could do. A thick trickle of amniotic fluid leaks around the baby's head and runs in a warm line down over her perineum, pooling on the sheet beneath her.
"Hnnngggh... ohhhh... ohhhhh fuuuuck..." The sound that tears out of her is deep and primal, and her thighs tremble violently as the widest part of the head begins to emerge.
Eddie cups both hands beneath the baby's head, feeling the warm, wet curve of it against his palms. "Come on, Lianne, that's it, the head is coming..."
"Yes... yes... I'm going to come... I'm so close, I can feel it right there..." Her pelvis rocks forward and she gives a hard, involuntary push, her abdominal muscles visibly contracting beneath the enormous globe of her belly. The head surges forward and her perineum stretches translucent-thin, the delicate skin shining, and Eddie can see the baby's forehead now, the brow ridge, the tiny nose scrunching.
"It's coming out, babe, the head is right here," Eddie says, his voice high and tight with tears.
"Nnngghhh... AAHH... oh god, oh god, it's so big, it's splitting me open..." Lianne's back arches hard off the mattress and her knees clamp toward each other before falling wide again. Her vagina is stretched into a wide, gaping oval, the inner walls slick and flushed and visible around the baby's emerging face, and her perineum is so thin that Eddie can see a web of tiny blood vessels through the skin. Her butthole flexes again, hard, as the pressure of the head forces everything outward.
The head keeps coming, slowly. Eddie sees the chin slide out last, and a rush of warm amniotic fluid gushes out around the baby's neck, soaking his wrists and spilling across the sheets in a spreading pool. The baby's face is scrunched and purple, turned slightly to one side, and a thin strand of mucus stretches from its tiny nose.
"The head's out, Lianne," Eddie announces, his voice cracking. "The head is out."
She sags back against the mattress, panting hard, her enormous belly still heaving with each labored breath. Her nightgown is bunched up under her breasts and her skin is slick with sweat. Her lips move between gasps, forming dreamy, breathless words.
"Mmmhh... don't pull out yet... stay inside me... I want to feel you..."
Eddie would laugh if he could breathe. He cradles the baby's head gently in both hands, supporting the warm weight of it, and waits. After about twentseconds, Lianne's belly hardens again beneath her gripping fingers, the contraction rolling visibly across the surface.
"Hhhooouughhh... NNNGGHH..." She bears down with a long, grinding push, her face reddening, her neck straining, and the top shoulder appears, rotating slowly out of her stretched, glistening opening in a slick, wet turn. Amniotic fluid leaks out in a steady trickle around the shoulder, running warm over Eddie's fingers, and the baby's body rotates slightly, following the natural curve, as the second shoulder begins to emerge.
"Keep going, babe, almost there," Eddie urges, tears running freely down his face.
"Aahhh... aahhh... I'm coming... oh fuck, I'm coming, don't stop..." Lianne's entire body clenches, her toes curling into the ruined sheets, her belly pulling hard inward, and with one long, deep push, the baby's torso slides free in a rush of fluid and warmth. The wide and chubby torso, the hips, the curled legs, the tiny feet, all of it slipping out in a wet, squelching cascade that leaves Eddie holding a wriggling, slippery newborn in both hands.
A sob punches out of his chest. The baby is purple and streaked with white, waxy vernix, his little fists clenched tight, the umbilical cord trailing from his navel back between Lianne's legs. For one heart-stopping second there is only silence, and then the baby sputters, coughs, and lets out a thin, warbling cry that pierces the dark room.
Lianne's eyelids flutter. Her brow creases, and her head turns toward the sound, slow and confused. "Mmm... wha... Eddie...?"
Her eyes open, glassy and disoriented, and the first thing she sees is her husband kneeling between her thighs, sobbing, holding a screaming newborn in his shaking hands. She looks down at her own body, at her nightgown shoved up under her breasts, her soaked underwear pulled to one side, the blood and fluid and the cord snaking out of her swollen, gaping vagina.
"What... Eddie, what happened?" Her voice is rough and cracked, her hands reaching instinctively for the baby.
"You had the baby." Eddie is laughing and crying at the same time, carefully placing their son onto her bare chest. "You had him in your sleep, Lianne. You gave birth while you were completely asleep."
"I..." She stares down at the baby, at his scrunched red face and flailing hands, and her arms wrap around him before her brain can even catch up. "Oh my god. Oh my god, Eddie, I... how?"
"I have no idea." He wipes his face with the back of his wrist, smearing fluid and tears across his cheek. "I called 911, they're on the way. Are you okay? How do you feel?"
"I feel..." Lianne blinks several times, taking stock of her body, and then her face tightens. "I feel like I need to push again."
Eddie's eyes go wide. "What? Is there another one in there?"
"No, I think it's the..." She winces, her free hand pressing against her belly, which is still round and soft, deflated and slack beneath her palm but clenching again in a low, rolling cramp. "The afterbirth. I can feel it coming down."
"Okay." Eddie swallows hard. "That's... that's supposed to come out, right?"
"Yes, Eddie, that is supposed to come out." A breathless, disbelieving laugh escapes her, and she adjusts the baby against her chest. He roots toward her breast, his cries settling into small, hiccupping grunts. "Can you look? I think it's close."
Eddie leans down and looks between her legs again. Her vagina is open and swollen, her labia puffy and deeply flushed, and he can see something dark and glistening beginning to descend inside her. The umbilical cord hangs from her opening, pulsing faintly, still connecting her body to the baby on her chest.
"Yeah, I can see something coming down," he tells her.
"Okay." Lianne takes a deep, shaking breath, and her belly tightens visibly beneath her hand. "Hhhooooh... okay, here we go..." She bears down, her face reddening, her chin tucking toward her chest, and the dark mass moves lower, filling her vaginal canal. Her inner walls flex around it, and a gush of blood-tinged fluid spills out over her perineum, running warm between her thighs.
"Nnngghh... god, it's like giving birth all over again," she groans through clenched teeth.
"Is it supposed to feel like that?" Eddie asks, hovering close.
"I have no frame of reference, Eddie, seeing as I slept through the first one." She pushes again with a long, low grunt, her knees pulling up higher, and the placenta slides lower, its dark, liver-colored surface becoming visible at her opening. Her labia stretch around the wide, flat disc of it, and the shining membranes trail behind in a slick, translucent sheet.
"I can see it, babe, it's right there," Eddie says, cupping his hands below her.
"Aahhh... mmmhhh..." With one more slow, bearing push, the placenta slides free with a heavy, wet sound, dropping into Eddie's hands along with a final gush of dark blood and fluid. It is larger than he expected, warm and dense, the veiny surface slick and iridescent in his palms. The trailing membranes stretch thin between the placenta and her body before finally slipping free with a soft, liquid sound.
"Oh god, that feels so much better," Lianne breathes, her head falling back against the pillow.
Eddie sets the placenta carefully on a towel beside her, keeping the cord intact because he is absolutely certain he should not be the one to cut it, and wipes his hands on the cleanest section of sheet he can find. He pulls the covers up over Lianne's legs and settles beside her, one arm going carefully around her shoulders. Their son has found her breast and is already nursing, his tiny mouth working in small, urgent pulls, his dark eyes open and blinking in the lamplight.
"You were talking in your sleep," Eddie says after a long moment.
"What do you mean?" Lianne turns her head to look at him, her eyebrows climbing.
"Before I figured out what was happening. You were, uh... you were having a dream. A really, really good dream, from the sound of it."
Lianne stares at him, and then the color rises in her cheeks as something surfaces behind her eyes. "Oh god. What did I say?"
"Let's see." Eddie counts on his fingers. "You told me to go deeper. You told me to stretch you open. You told me you were about to come while the baby was crowning. And I'm pretty sure you asked me not to pull out while I was holding our son's head in my hands."
Lianne groans and covers her face with her free hand, but she is laughing, her shoulders shaking hard enough that the baby unlatches for a second and lets out an indignant squeak. "Please tell me the 911 dispatcher hung up before any of that."
Eddie reaches for his phone, still lying face-up on the bed. The call is still connected, the timer climbing past fourteen minutes. He picks it up slowly. "Uh... hello?"
"Still here, sir." The dispatcher's voice is perfectly professional and absolutely amused. "Congratulations on the baby. Paramedics should be arriving any moment now."
"Thank you. We're, uh... we're good here." He hangs up and meets Lianne's horrified eyes, and then both of them are laughing, full and loud and shaking, and the baby startles and cries and they laugh harder, holding each other on the ruined, soaking bed.
In the distance, sirens begin to grow closer.
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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.
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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…”
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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.
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…”
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