The hazards of being a spy
Emma woke up feeling like she’d been hit by a truck. Her head was pounding and there was a sharp pain in her belly. Someone was saying her name repeatedly.
She managed to pry her eyes open, to find her husband’s worried face a couple of meters away.
”Shane?”
She blinked a few times to make her eyes focus. When her sight stabilized she found that Shane was tied to a chair in front of her and there was dried blood on his face.
”Emma”, he said again, and this time she actually managed to respond.
”Listen to me, Emma. We’re in trouble, kinda, but I need you to stay calm and trust me. Can you do that? Now, are you hurt?”
She looked down at her body to check, because honestly, everything hurt. Her belly was a tight aching globe, resting heavily on her thighs, and her wrists where tied to the arms of the chair she sat in. She tried to move her legs and discovered that her ankles where strapped tightly to the legs of the chair. She was tied down in the same manner as as husband.
”My head hurts”, She decided finally. ”But I don’t think it’s concussion-bad. And my belly is cramping.”
Shane’s face tightened. ”Like labor cramping?”
”I don’t know.”
It was far from the first time she woke up in an unfamiliar place, tied to chair. She and Shane worked as spies for a secret government agency, and since they were both pretty well known for their skills, in the underworld at least, they were quite often targets for kidnapping attempts. Bad guys always assumed that they knew classified stuff, which they did, and that torturing them would make them talk, which it didn’t. This was the first time she’d been kidnapped while she was pregnant, though. And at the moment she was very pregnant. Like, overdue pregnant.
Pretty soon a door to the right of her opened and their kidnappers stepped inside. Two guys, who were obviously hired to be muscle stayed in the background, while the boss, a man with a frankly ridiculous beard, started babbling and making demands. Emma had a hard time focusing, because the cramping was really getting bad now. She shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it wasn’t working. The waistband of her somewhat stretchy pants was cutting into the bottom of her belly in a way it hadn’t before - like her belly had become lower. A new cramp had her leaning forward and holding her breath, her belly pressing hard against her thighs. She really wanted to spread her legs, both to give her belly more room and to widen her hips, because the pressure on them was getting intense.
The boss bad guy didn’t seem to notice her discomfort. Shane was doing an excellent job of keeping the attention on himself. He seemed to have given bad guy the nickname ”Redbeard”, which actually was pretty hilarious. At least until Redbeard had the brutes start breaking Shane’s fingers.
…
Two hours later there was no denying that Emma was in full blown labor. The pain and pressure kept ramping up and it was all she could do to keep from screaming. A little while ago, Redbeard and his crew had decided to finally give them a break, leaving Shane bruised and slightly broken.
”Shane?” she gasped, still slightly out of breath from the latest contraction.
Shane raised his head and blinked owlishly at her a few times, before sharpening his gaze.
”Emma? How’s… How’re…?”
”The baby’s coming.”
”Now?”
”Not this second, but pretty soon yeah.”
Shane straightened up and took as deep a breath as he dared with possibly broken ribs.
”Someone will be coming to rescue us. And in the meantime I’m gonna work on getting us out of here, okay? You work on keeping that baby inside you as long as you can. We have a bet, remember? Baby’s not gonna be born here.”
Before she could respond, the door opened. Their break was apparently over, and in more ways than one, at that - another contraction was squeezing down on her belly. The downwards pressure threatened to drive her insane and she leaned back and tried to spread her legs, shoving her hips forward to widen them. It seemed to work, as the pressure suddenly released. Then warm fluid spread from the crotch of her pants, dripping down her legs and making a puddle on the floor.
”Well, look at that”, said Redbeard with a grin that showed way too many teeth. ”Maybe we should switch it up a bit. See if smart mouth here will talk when it’s the missus that’s hurting.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully before snapping his fingers at the goons. ”Tie her legs together!”
As soon as her legs were freed, she kicked the closest brute in the face, hard enough to break his nose. She would probably have gotten loose, too - she was a highly skilled agent, after all - if she hadn’t been interrupted by another contraction, way more painful than the previous. Her body was screaming at her to push, the urge impossible to resist. She spread her legs wide, butt at the edge of her seat so the armrests wouldn’t be in the way, and pushed. She gasped as she felt the baby’s head slowly starting to move through her strained cervix. With another heaving push she managed to get it fully into her birth canal, before her uterus started to relax again.
Before she had time to catch her breath, the second goon tied her ankles together, then her knees. She tried kicking him with both feet, but holy shit the baby was close. Her hips felt like they might come apart if she tried another move like that. She slouched in the chair a bit, hoping to take the pressure off her poor hips, but with the baby’s head already in her birth canal, it was a hopeless endeavor.
”This will be fun”, said Redbeard, a crazy gleam in his eyes.
…
Her nether lips felt swollen and oversensitive, the baby’s head behind them making them bulge outwards. Emma let her head fall back, trying to conserve energy between contractions. Pushing was fruitless with her legs tied together like this, but she couldn’t help it, victim to her body’s demands. Her damp hair stuck to her face as she panted.
”Could I have some water?” She knew it was a stupid question even before she asked, but it slipped out anyway. She could kill for a glass of water right now.
”What are you prepared to give in exchange?” Redbeard smirked at her answering groan.
Her muscles were tightening again, the shape of her belly visibly changing with the force of it. Her pink tank top clung to her, drenched with sweat and - embarrassingly enough - breast milk. Her contracting belly heaved with each breath, before the spasming pain forced her to hold her breath and push.
Her nethers dragged against her panties, lips spreading. This pain was sharper, like fire between her legs. She let out a scream, the first one since her labor began, and met Shane’s terrified eyes. He’d been keeping up a steady stream of reassuring words since her water broke, but now he paused, at a loss for words in the face of her pain. That scream struck a cord deep inside him, because he’d never heard it before. Not like that. Emma usually handled pain in silence.
Redbeard made a pathetic attempt at a super villain laugh. It was straight-out-of-a-spy-movie bad. If Emma didn’t have a baby slowly crowning in her vagina she would have mocked him for it. As it was SHE HAD A BABY CROWNING IN HER VAGINA.
She fruitlessly tried to spread her legs as she felt the head pressing against her inner thighs and the seat of the chair. She needed to make more room. Leaning forwards and heaving against the armrests, she managed to raise her butt from the seat a few inches. The force of her pushes and the new space behind her thighs allowed the baby to slip out more, tenting her pants as it came to a full crown.
She couldn’t hold the position, though. Her entire body was shaking from strain and exhaustion and as her muscles relaxed, she lost her balance. Her butt hit the unforgiving seat of the chair, pushing the baby back in, to her complete and utter horror.
”Sha-ane”, she gasped as tears and sweat streamed down her face. The gasp turned into a sob.
”Yeah, Shane”, said Redbeard and put his arm around Shane’s shoulder to whisper conspiratorially into his ear. ”What do you say we put her out of her misery, eh?”
Turns out, that’s what Shane had been waiting for - for someone to get close enough. He rocked his chair forward enough to be able to slam it back down on Redbeard’s foot. Then he pulled his elbow backwards, the broken thumb making it possible to slip his hand out of the rope. The elbow hit Redbeard in the face, knocking him into the goon behind him. With a twist, Shane managed to smash his chair against them both, finally breaking it.
Emma watched him make his move, but once again she was hit by a contraction, squeezing her eyes shut as it felt like someone was tightening a barbed wire around her middle. She pushed as hard as she could, straining against the ropes as she once again desperately tried to spread her legs.
Two shots being fired shocked her into opening her eyes. She laid eyes on Shane, who had somehow gotten hold of a gun. His left hand was a mess, but otherwise he seamed mostly okay. Thankfully. She couldn’t focus on anything else, outside of the frantic need to birth her child.
Shane was on his knees infront of her in a second, a knife produced from somewhere. It felt like it took an eternity for him to saw through the ropes around her legs, but in reality it went pretty quick. The moment her legs where free she flung them open, the baby’s head practically shooting forwards before the fabric of her pants reached their limit and stopped it.
Emma gasped in a breath and let is out as a sob, because her pants were tight and she needed. The baby. OUT!
Shane stared in shock at the huge bulge his kid’s head was creating in her pants. It was really happening. He was becoming a father.
He made quick work of removing her pants and underwear, leaving them tangled in her shoes. He looked up just in time to see the head pop out.
”Shit”, he muttered and shrugged out of his t-shirt, bringing the soft fabric up to catch the baby as it slid out in a rush of fluids.
Emma let her eyes slip shut momentarily, as she felt the baby leave her body. She felt uncomfortably empty, but after her traumatic labor it was such a relief that all she could do was breath. Just for a second.
She raised her head anxiously when she realized how quiet it was. Before she had time to really panic, though, the sharp cry of a newborn rang trough the room.
”It’s a girl. Emma, it’s a girl.” Shane sounded like he was crying.
She tried to reach out for her baby but discovered that her arms were still tied to the chair. Shane seemed to realize this, too, and for a moment they just stared at each other, completely at a loss. He needed his hands free to cut her loose, and the mere thought of putting their daughter down on the cold dirty floor made them both shudder.
At that moment, the door burst open and kevlar-dressed agents spilled into the room. The extraction team had finally arrived.
…
A few hours later found Emma and Shane in a comfortable hospital room, staring down at their brand new daughter.
”So who won the bet?” murmured Shane.
Emma gave a soft laugh. ”You said she would be born in the hospital. I think I was closer - even if she wasn’t born in the car. Point is we didn’t make it to the hospital.”
Shane snorted and kissed her hair, taking a moment to just breath in her scent.
”Fine, you can name her.”
Emma smiled down at their daughter, as said daughter stretched and emitted a tiny, adorable yawn.
”Lucy.”
-by babiesbeingborn
