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Summer & May

It was a cold day as Summer moved around the townhouse, at thirty eight weeks pregnant, she was two days into maternity leave and already missing work. It didn’t help that she and her wife, May worked together and she missed knowing she was right down the hall. They had met Summers first day, both teachers, love had come quickly and by the time they returned from that first summer together they were married.

That was six years ago and now they were excitedly awaiting the arrival of their first child. Summer spent the morning in what she had been calling full nesting mode, every single onesie has been washed, each folded and reorganised multiple times, the house was spotless but that didn’t stop her from mopping the hardwood floors once again, ignoring the ache in her back and the inconsistent cramping in her abdomen.

“How are my loves?” May asked her during her lunch time call, Summer resting on their bed with a pillow behind her back. “We’re good, just taking a quick break before I make a start on dinner.” Everything she needed to make the lasanga she had planned waiting in the kitchen. “I can do that when I get home. You should be resting, enjoying the last few weeks before Lincoln arrives.” She laughed at that, shrugging her shoulders despite the fact that her wife couldn’t see it. “I’m too antsy for that. I need to be busy.” The call lasts a little longer before May needs to get back to work, hanging up, Summer finds herself nodding off, paying little mind to her aching back.

When she wakes, it comes with the kind of disorientation that always accompanies an unexpected nap, something that is quickly shaken by the intense pain rippling through her belly. Summer brings her hand to her bump, surprising by how hard it feels as she breathes deeply through the contraction. As it passes, she gives herself a moment to collect her thoughts, mind racing. “Okay. Need to call May. There’s a staff meeting but they’ll understand.” She says out loud, pulling herself up to stand and grabbing her phone off the bedside table.

Before she has the chance to move, she gasps as there’s a trickle of wetness down her leg that quickly turns to a gush, another contraction hitting hard, without warning, almost bringing her to her knees as she groans. “Ohh, you’re impatient. This is happening.” She was struggling to stay calm, waiting for the contraction to come to a stop before dialling her wife’s number. “Hey honey, I’m on my way home now. Need me to bring something in?” The sound of Mays voice is a lifeline as she makes her way downstairs. “You. I need you. He’s coming.” She says quickly, stopping on the second to last stair, her belly squeezing tightly, a sob leaving her lips at the thought of May not being there.

On the other end of the line, May was hoping not to panic at the sound of her wife in pain, they both thought they had more time. “Summer, Summ, just breathe, I’m almost there. As soon as I’m there we’ll get you to the hospital.” “Ok.” She let a sigh of relief as Summer answered, promising to stay on the line as she turned off the main road, just a few minutes from home now.

With May on the line, Summer stepped down the last two steps before moving into the living room, leaning forward with her hands against the arm of the sofa as she rocked her aching hips. “Oh, god, it’s too fast, I can’t, hhhhhnnnnngggh!” Another contraction hit, Summer sinking to her knees as the pain overtook her, pressure building, pressing deep into her pelvis. It felt like hours before the pain let up, finally giving her the chance to catch her breath before she shuffled around until she was in front of the sofa, her cheek pressed against the cushion. “Need these off.” She said suddenly, trying to pull her trousers down, feeling far too warm despite the light snow falling outside her window. Summer had just gotten them to her knees when her attention is pulled to her body tightening once again, “Ohhhhh, aaaahhhhhhhh”

This was how May found her as she ran through the door at to her wife’s side, her hand rubbing her back comfortingly. “You’re here!” Summer sobbed, pressing her face into her neck. “He’s coming fast.” May whispered in her ear, rubbing her back as she called for help, there was no chance of getting her wife into the car and to the hospital in time.

Summer could faintly hear her wife talking on the phone but all she could focus on was the deep pressure and the desperate need to push building within her. She felt a kiss to her cheek, a quick whisper of be right back as the need continued to build, as yet another contraction struck without any warning, she felt her body bare down, as if her muscles were doing it on her own.

“Are you pushing?!” She hear May yell, all she could do was nod and grunt as her wife returned, towels and blankets in hand as she quickly rushed to her side. “Had to.” Summer said once the contraction faded.

In the short break her labour allowed, May helped Summer remove her underwear, sweatshirt and tank top, she heard her wife gasp as she took a quick peek between her legs. “You’re crowning. Holy shit!” It was a shock to them both, it felt impossibly fast. Summer didn’t get much of a chance to react though, contraction building as she pushed once again, grunting in concentration.

She was almost clueless to anything around her, struggling to focus on anything but what her body was telling her. She hardly registered the paramedics coming into their home and making introductions. All that mattered was the way her wife’s hand slipped into hers and the feeling of the head stretching her open. Another contraction, “hmmmm, hhhnnnghhh!” She grunted loudly as she pushed, the head inching closer and closer until it came free with a pop. “You’re so close, honey.” May whispered to her, gently squeezing the hand she was holding. Summer breathed deeply, her free hand slipping between her legs, gently touching their son’s whisper of hair. It felt like an eternity and a single second all at once as the undeniable urge built once more.

With pure determination she pushed once again, pushing deep, letting out a roar as their baby slipped free of her body. With shaky legs, she quickly turned herself around and sat, her son placed on her chest.

“You did it. Oh my god, he’s so beautiful!” Both she and May had tears rolling down their cheeks, the perfect cries of their son filling the room, two finally becoming three.

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Never Would’ve Expected

Brooke loved her job, as a midwife she got to help people bring their babies into the world, she always loved going into work and today was no exception. She had woken up with an ache in her back and cramping in her belly, assuming it was just her period, she had pushed the thought aside and headed into the hospital for her shift.

As the day went on, the pain was persistent, the ache always there, the cramps slowly getting worse. She was between patients, one having just delivered, another not too far off as she was leaning against the counter of the nurses station, wondering if perhaps she should go get checked, maybe it was her appendix? She straightened as her friend and colleague, Sam approached her, an obvious look of concern on her face. “You don’t look too hot, you ok?” she asked, Brooke quickly nodded, letting out a breath, “yeah, I’m fine. I’m just sore today.” She hoped to assure her. If she could just make it through to the end of her shift, she could sneak through to the ER on her way out. Before Sam had a chance to question her any further, she was called away, her patient needing her.

Another beautiful baby delivered and Brooke knew she wasn’t going to finish her shift, she was crouched in the hallway, hands wrapped around her middle as the pain returned, worse than before. “Brooke!” She glanced up as she heard Sam rushing toward her. “It hurts so much.” She told her, even as the pain faded, she still ached as she pushed herself up on shaky legs. “Let’s take a look at you, come on hun.”

Thankfully it was a rather quiet day on the labour and delivery ward, meaning there was an empty room for them to pop into. With Sam’s help, Brooke laid down on the bed, explaining how she had woken up with the ache in her back and the worsening cramps, “sounds like labour, I know.” Brooke told her, they both saw enough to recognise the similarity in her symptoms. She was expecting to hear Sam laugh as the nurse felt her belly, but when she looked at her, all she could see was a frown on her face.

“Do you mind if I bring Etta in? I just want a second opinion.” Sam asked her calmly. Brooke could only nod, worrying now as she watched her run out the room. Sam returned with Etta as she was clenching her fists, the pain returning, it took everything she had not to let out a cry until it finally passed. Etta’s check was quick, and as the two nurses shared a nod, Brooke wasn’t sure what to expect. “Well, we‘re pretty certain you’re pregnant. And in labour.”

Her eyes widened as she shook her head. “No, no way. It’s not possible. I would have known. I’m a midwife. I can’t be….” Like a flash, she suddenly remembered a night, months ago, a one night stand with a handsome man whose last name she had never gotten. Covering her face with her hands, she continued to shake her head. “We need to do an ultrasound to confirm but we’re confident, you’re having a baby today.” Sam told her quietly as she rubbed soft circles on her back.

The next twenty minutes passed in a blur, only interrupted by contractions as Brooke suddenly became the patient. Looking at the screen, the frozen image from the ultrasound still up, she would have laughed at the irony if she weren’t still in shock. She was having a baby. She was aware that cryptic pregnancies were more common than people realised, but she never thought it would happen to her, she had always assumed her training meant she would recognise the signs. But her periods had never been regular, she’d only gained a little bit of weight, no early symptoms, she hadn’t even felt anything. It all felt like a strange dream.

“Ohhhhh, hhhhngggh!” She groaned deeply, she was only getting a few minutes between contractions, it wouldn’t be long now. The pain grew, her belly tightening until the contraction reached its peak and slowly began to fade as her muscles relaxed.

“You holding up?” Sam asked kindly, Brooke quickly reached for her hand, relief flooding through her when her friend held onto hers tightly. “I always wanted kids.” She admitted with a laugh, “didn’t think it’d be like this.” The two shared a quiet look before Sam was wrapping her arms around her. “I know it’s unexpected and it’s scary, but we’re all here for you, you’re not alone.” It was a promise Brooke knew she could trust, the fear no longer feeling quite so overwhelming.

She reached two minutes between contractions when she realised she was still in her scrubs. Despite everything, they hadn’t managed to examine her dilation, not that Brooke felt it necessary when she quickly shifted. “I feel a lot of pressure.” She moved quickly to pull her trousers and underwear down, getting them off just as her water broke, bringing with it another painful contractions. “Hhhhhnnnnngggggggh!” Shifting into a squat on the bed, Brooke couldn’t stop herself from pushing, feeling as if her body was demanding it.

She stopped only when the contraction passed, leaving her panting as she slipped her fingers between in her legs, slipping them inside to check her own cervix, her colleagues turned birthing team, laughing quietly among themselves. “Definitely ten. Fully effaced.” Sam slipped behind her, helping to support her in this position. “Good job honey. But we need you to be the patient now, okay?” Brooke nodded, resting her head back against her shoulder. “Okay. I can do that.”

They stayed there quietly, Etta know settled between her legs, Sam whispering encouragement in her ear when the pain built again. With it, she was bearing down, the need to do so taking over as she felt herself stretch. Contractions came and went, her labia stretching as the head moved further forward before coming to a full crown. “Fuck! That burns.” Brooke cried out, panting heavily as her legs shook. Another contraction hit and she pushed, the head so close to being born.

As the pain passed, Brooke leaned heavily into Sam, eyes closed as she breathed deeply. “Can I sit? On the edge of the bed?” She asked softly, her legs couldn’t hold the squat much longer and while she knew they were happy to help someone change position during birth, it was different when it was her. With a whispered of course Sam and Etta quickly helped her into the position she needed to be in, and just in time as she let out a cry, her muscles clamping, forcing her into a another push, the head emerging completely into Etta’s hands.

“You’re doing so well, you’re so close and the cord is completely clear.” With Sam still behind her, supporting her. Brooke leaned into her chest, grasping at her hands as she pushed into another painful contraction. “Anhhhuggghhhh!” She cried out with one final, big push the room was suddenly filled with the familiar cries of a brand new life. “It’s a girl!” Etta said excitedly as the newborn was placed onto Brookes chest. “Hi baby. What a surprise you were.” She whispered, looking at her daughter in awe. “And to think…” she started, a smile on her face. “I thought today was just going to be another day.”

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Slow & Steady.

She’s never been one to be on time, so it didn’t really surprise Abby when she went beyond her due date. She was now forty weeks and six days pregnant and finally, just as they were settling after lunch, it seemed labour had begun. “Consistently ten minutes apart for the last hour, I’m taking it as a win.” She insisted, looking over to her husband Steven, sat beside her on the sofa. He offered her a smile, his hand coming to rest against her belly. “Here’s hoping.”

She had been warned, first babies often took their time, but nothing could have prepared Abby from the frustration she felt as two hours had passed and her contractions had only increased by a minute. “At this rate, I’ll be pregnant until New Year.” She pouted, bouncing and swaying her hips as she sat on her yoga ball, wishing to get her body moving faster.

There was a sharp inhale of breath as she felt the tightening within her, the growing sensation that her child was well on their way. Her hands held each side of her large bump, it had dropped weeks ago, baby sitting heavily in her pelvis. The pressure built as she hummed through it softly until it reached its peak,painful enough to leave her distracted but not yet bad enough that she felt she couldn’t talk if she wanted to.

“You should get some sleep.” Abby told her husband, five hours in and she was still only contracting every seven and a half minutes, much to her dismay. “Louie isn’t in any rush.” She laughed the second she spotted the frown on Steven’s face, the two of them had yet to agree on if they were having a boy or a girl, though Abby was confident it was a boy. “If you’ve awake, I’m awake, even if Rose is taking her time.” He replied with a laugh. She let out a sigh, shaking her head fondly before wrapping her arms around him, her head resting against his chest, I love yous whispered as the summer sun began to set.

Hour nine came just as the contractors reached six minutes apart. “Fuck, this one hurts.” Abby groaned, rocking her hips as she stood in the middle of their living room. “My sister had already had her baby by this point. My waters haven’t even broken. Shit, uggggh!” The contraction reached its peak before finally fading, leaving Abby with the chance to catch her breath before she sat down on the edge of the coffee table. “At least they’re getting stronger.” She let out a tired sigh, knowing that was at least something. “You’re doing so well, and I am so proud of you.” Her husband whispered, pressing his lips to the top of her forehead. “Maybe we should call the midwife, get her here before it gets too late and she can help.” Seeing that it was already past ten pm, she nodded in agreement.

Twenty minutes later found Abby pacing up and down the hallway as Lisa, their midwife entered their home. “You could have called sooner, sweetheart.” She told them both as she approached the labouring mother to be, all she could do was shrug, mumbling something about not wanting to disrupt her day too soon when her attention was pulled to the squeeze within her, muscles contracting as she groaned. She could feel her back being rubbed but barely registered it until the pain leg up as she let out a tired sigh. “Let’s check your progress. Where do you want to be?” Abby took a moment, “Bed. I want to lay down for a bit.” With help into the bedroom, she sat back against a mountain of pillows, lifting the flowing nightgown she has been wearing and ridding herself of her underwear. “Okay.” Lisa said once she had checked her cervix, “you’re at a six. Still some way to go but you’re doing wonderfully.”

Hours passed in a blur of contractions, snacks and quick snacks when she could. The clock hit four am, fifteen hours since Abby had realised labour had began and she was stood in front of the dresser, hands braced against the wood surface. “Uuugggghhhhh! fuck!” She cried out, the pain growing stronger until it faded away. She straightened and pulled her nightgown off, throwing it across the room. “Three minutes now?” She asked, almost desperate to have made more progress, relieved to get a nod from Lisa. Suddenly, she felt a pop within her, the hardwood beneath her feet growing damp. “My waters broke!” She called out excited, hoping that it wouldn’t be long now.

“I have to push!” Abby finally called out at 8am, the early morning sun already poking through the curtains as the world outside began their days. On the bed once more, she had finally reached ten centimetres half an hour ago, the urge to push had come on suddenly and desperately, Abby not wanting to wait as she pulled her own legs back. her husband letting out a chuckle as he quickly moved to hold one for her. “Push on the next contraction.” The wait wasn’t long, she pushed with a heavy grunt.

“Why isn’t he coming?” Thirty minutes later and she felt as if she had yet to make much progress. “Baby is getting very close, they’re just being a little stubborn.” Steven whispered in her ear, but still, tears welled in her eyes, exhaustion showing. “Let’s get you standing, let gravity help.” Lisa suggested. They barely had a minute to get Abby up off the bed before she was pushing again, this time she felt the baby get closer, heading just pressing against her opening before slipping back as she let go of the push when the contraction passed. The next several contraction continued similarly until finally she felt that stretch she knew has been coming. “Ugh, that burns.” She panted heavily before shifting into a squat.

Crowning was a slow progress, it felt like hours passed before the head finally came free. ”Ahh!” Abby looked between her legs, finally feeling like she was at the finish line. “Ohhh!” She gasped, groaned and began to push again, bringing her child into the world on shaking legs and into her waiting arms.

“It’s a Louie!” She called out with a laugh, sinking to the floor and holding her son to her chest, her husbands arms wrapping around her, holding them both close as twenty hours of pain, effort and exhaustion finally concluded in her holding her whole world in her arms.

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Dream Come True

This was what she had always wanted, always planned for. She had accomplished so much in her life, but becoming a mother had always been a goal, a dream and now it was finally coming true. For thirty eight weeks and three days Dana had watched as her body had changed as the child she had wanted so much had grown.

It had been fifteen hours since labour had begun, the cramps she had been feeling for the last few weeks finally doing more than trying to prepare for what was to come. For fifteen hours she had paced and swayed and rocked as her body worked, each contraction bringing her closer to finally meeting her daughter.

Hands cradling her belly, she closed her eyes, hips rocking as her muscles clamped around her uterus, getting closer to the end. Eyes opened slowly as the pain subsided, the pressure sitting heavily in her hips as her waters trickled down her leg.

Dana wasn’t alone, her midwife beside her as she laboured in the comfort of her own bedroom, lights low, surrounded by candles as another contraction rippled through her body, pressure building against her cervix. The urge to push had been a sneaking sensation for the last two hours, barely noticeable at first but growing with each pain until it grew undeniable.

A move to sit on the edge of the bed came two contractions later, legs spread wide as she waited. She had finally reached ten centimetres dilated and now all that was left to do was bring her baby girl into the world.

The rest of the world faded away as the desperate urge to push became overwhelming, Dana giving into the wishes of her body as she bared down. It took several attempts before she could feel her child descending into her birth canal.

Another change in position came as she shifted to kneel on the floor, hands grasping onto the quilt as she groaned, feeling herself opening more and more as she pushed, feeling the stretch of her labia as the head moved closer and closer. The burn was intense once the head stopped retreating, she was left gasping for breath as she worked harder than she ever had before she felt a pop, her hands quickly dropping between her legs to cradle her baby’s head.

She knelt there, taking in the sight of her child, only part way into the world as she waited for her body to continue. The short gap to catch her breath quickly over as she was pushing again. She couldn’t look away, staring at her child as she came into the world with one final push, quickly bringing her tiny, crying body up to her bare chest.

Shakily, Dana was helped to sit down, back against the mattress and a tired but overjoyed smile on her face as she looked down at the perfect little baby she had wished for for so long.

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Stuck

She should have stayed home. Or called for an ambulance. Or anyone really. Any other situation would be better than this, stuck in the worst traffic jam she had ever seen, in labour with twins. she was sat behind the wheel, trying everything she could to figure out another way to the hospital as she groaned through her third contraction in five minutes. They were getting close, and this was her third pregnancy, time wasn’t on their side.

With a resigned sigh, Heather shifted her seat as far back as she could, her water had broken before she had left, her husband panicking over face time. He had been at work when her labour had begun just a few hours before, she had insisted she could get herself to the hospital, a choice she was deeply regretting as she felt pressure building.

“Honey, calm down. We know I’m not making it anywhere before I deliver.” Her past two deliveries had been quick, the last one they had checked into the maternity ward just in time to get into a room before she was pushing. “Should’ve had a home birth.” She managed to joke, groaning as her body contracted, the urge to push undeniable.

“They’re sending an ambulance, but with the traffic, someone is going to talk you through it over the phone.” Her husband told her, she looked at the screen, her phone mounted on the dash and nodded. “Are they there?” She asked, pulling her dress up over her belly, bunching it up beneath her breasts and quickly, yet awkwardly pulling her underwear down.

It didn’t take long for another face to replace her husband as she felt the next pain building, the pressure growing until she couldn’t resist any longer. Instinct took over as she could faintly hear the doctor trying to talk her through it, all she could do was bear down with each breath before the contraction released its grasp. “Did he tell you our babies come fast?” She asked, breathing deeply as she adjusted her legs as best as she could in the confined space, trying to open up her hips some more. “He did. I’m sorry this is how your birth is going, I’m sure this isn’t what you had planned.” All she could do was laugh, another contraction quickly building. “I’m just amazed our first two weren’t born in the… ughhhhh” She was cut off as the need to push took over, she could feel herself opening, the head starting to crown and slipping back in as it passed.

It was quiet between contractions, the labouring woman completely oblivious to anything other than bringing the first twin into the world. It felt as though mere seconds had passed before she was pushing again, the crown holding, stretching her wider and wider until the head was free. “Oh!” She slipped her hands between her legs, cradling the head as she felt their body twist inside of her. She looked to her phone screen for a quick moment before her face screwed up in concentration, another contraction forcing her to push again, her first twin sliding out and into her hands with a loud cry.

“It’s a boy!” She exclaimed, bringing the baby to her chest. She and her husband chatted quietly for the next few minutes as their new son fed happily. “The ambulance is still fifteen minutes out.” He told her, in awe of what she had just accomplished but still scared that they wouldn’t make it in time for the second baby.

Five minutes had passed when she felt her uterus tighten once again, the now all too familiar pressure to strong to ignore. Placing her son on the seat beside her, she shifted in her seat, now squatting as best as she could in the front seat. “Hhhngggh…” she groaned out, the contraction reaching its peak fast like a wave crashing against the shore. Heather pushed whenever her body insisted on it, the second twin moving quickly. “I see the head!” She could hear husband call out over the phone, she didn’t even realise he could see.

“Home birth if there’s a next time.” She said through gritted teeth, continuing to push, feeling as if her whole body was on fire as she stretched until the head came free with a cry from her lips. Panting heavily, she once again reached between her legs to support it. Her head fell back, eyes closed as she waited for the next contraction to build until she was pushing again, delivering her second twin into her arms even more quickly than she had their brother.

“Another boy!” She exclaimed, tired but overjoyed as she gathered both babies into her arms, holding them against her chest as the ambulance finally arrived.

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Baby Moon Surprise

Booking their baby moon for two weeks before Sophie was due, was a risk, both she and her wife, Mia had known that. but Sophie had been convinced that everything would be fine, first babies often came late after all, there would be no need to worry. So they had set off for a cabin by the beach in a small seaside village, the nearest hospital over an hour away.

The first few days and gone exactly to plan, they had spent their time strolling along the sand, enjoying the ocean waves and making love beneath the stars on the balcony each night. The balcony was where Sophie found herself now, hips swaying back and forth as she tried to convince herself that the very regular contractions she had been feeling since lunch were simply more braxton hicks. “Just wait until we get home kiddo.” She whispered to her belly, hands cradling the swell that had been sitting low in her pelvis for longer than she would like to admit. Her plea was answered by the cramping of her muscles squeezing her uterus, her head tipping back as she groaned in frustration.

“We could leave now, make it to the hospital.” Mia said softly as she joined her wife, wishing she could be surprised when Sophie shook her head. “No. This could still be a false alarm. And the owner did say this would be a great place to give birth.” Their sweet little seaside cabin seemed to be a hot spot for baby moons, the listing even mentioning that quite a few had been delivered there, something Sophie was realising she wouldn’t mind. “We could stay. Have the baby here.” Sophie said, a little more confident now. “Think about it, Mia. This place is peaceful, all our checks have been good and you’re a midwife, we can do this.” She looked to her wife, almost pleading to stay, she knew the cabin had supplies for this very event, she wanted to stay.

Mia was apprehensive to say the least, but knowing her wife was stubborn, and that they had already been planning a home birth in their townhouse in the city, she could only agree. “Okay. Okay. But if anything feels off, we’re going.” She insisted, laughing as Sophie squealed happily, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

For the next few hours Sophie rested as the contractions grew closer and stronger. They were strolling across the stand just outside their place, hand in hand when she suddenly stopped, a frown on her face as she felt a trickle begin from between her legs. “I think my waters is leaking.” She told Mia, shifting on her feet uncomfortably. “We should get back upstairs so I can check you.” Mia squeezed Sophie’s hand before leading her back inside the cabin.

Once inside, Sophie rid herself of her bathing suit and cover up, lying naked on the bed and breathing through a contraction as she waited for her wife. I’ll be quick. This may be a little uncomfortable.” Mia said softly once the pain passed, gently inserting her fingers. “You’re at a seven.” There was a smile on her face as Sophie looked at her, excited to meet their baby.

She didn’t bother to get redressed, pacing around the cabin as her labour progressed. “Ohhh, oh ohhh.” She groaned through the pain, more of her waters leaking out. She was down to four minutes between contractions and she was anxious to finally hold their baby. The pain passed and Sophie found herself slipping her hand between her legs, pressing gently against her vulva, feeling the way she was opening, a jolt running through her as she brushed against her clit.

Another hour passed and Sophie welcomed each pain, each squeeze as they got closer to the end. “Can we go outside?” She asked Mia softly, the sun was setting and she was desperate to be beneath the stars. “And…” she bit her lip, a little nervous about her request, “will you touch me?” She had enjoyed that jolt earlier, and desperately wanted more, her face flushing at the thought. “Of course, my love.” Mia took her hand and brought her out onto the balcony. Sophie braced her hands against the railing, leaning back against her wife as Mia’s hands gently explored her body. They had discussed this before, ways to distract her through labour and Mia was more than happy to help.

With her eyes closed, Sophie focused on her wife’s hands, now caressing her belly as it tightened through another contraction, she groaned through it, the pain building each time, as did the pressure with in her. It passed and she gasped as Mia’s hand slipped between her legs, gently rubbing her clit, she found herself rocking against her fingers.

It snuck up on her, the next contraction, coming hard and fast. “Shit, shit! Ahh, hhhhnnnnngh!” She gasped at the shock of the intensity of the pain, her knees bending, her body desperately wanting to squat as the pain turned into undeniable pressure. “Check me!” Sophie insisted as the pain passed, the pressure remaining in her hips. Mia didn’t waste any time, eyes widening in surprise. “Baby is just about to enter the birth canal, you’re fully dilated. Push when you’re ready.”

Sophie could only nod, barely hearing the words whispered in her ear as her wife ran inside to get everything they needed. As the tell tale signs of another contraction began to build, she squatted down, grasping the railing for support, looking out at the oceans waves as she gave into the need to push. With a loud groan, she pushed, feeling the head move further down, “one, two, three, four…” she counted in her mind until the contraction let up.

Mia soon return, sliding behind her and settling a mirror where Sophie could see. She spent the next few contractions working to bring the baby further down, watching in the mirror as she began to open. “There’s hair!” She exclaimed excitedly when after many attempts, the head didn’t recede when she stopped pushing. There was barely thirty seconds between contractions, Sophie pushing again quickly as she delivered the head.

Her hands reach down to support it, as Mia checked to make sure all was clear. Sophie had barely got the go ahead before she needed to push again, their daughter born into her mother’s hands. Tears were falling down both of their cheeks, the two of the, both laughing as Sophie almost fell onto her bottom, baby clutched to her chest. “Welcome to the world, kiddo! We’re so happy you’re here!”

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Dream a Little Dream…

She had never felt as beautiful as she did now, Eve was thirty nine weeks and four days pregnant, her belly large and low, awaiting the arrival of her baby. The early stages of labour had begun early that morning, and while she was still in for quite the wait, Eve was excited, knowing the time was coming.

“Stars shining bright above you, Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"” She sang beneath her breath, pacing slowly around her bedroom. She looked over and saw Jesse, smiling at her from the bed. The two of them had started off as friends with benefits, vowing for some fun, sex without any strings, but a broken condom had left them with the biggest string of all. Discovering she was pregnant, Eve had known right away that she would be keeping the baby, she has always wanted kids, as had Jesse so him wanting to be involved hadn’t ever been in question. Over the months, as Eve’s belly grew, as did their relationship, turning into true, genuine love.

“I love when you sing.” Eve smiled over at Jesse, holding out her hand to him as her muscles began to squeeze at her uterus, the second he was close enough, her arms were wrapping around him, as his were her. They rocked together, like a slow dance as Eve breathed through the contraction. “Six minutes, honey.” He whispered in her ear and she pressed her face into his chest with a sigh. “We should call the midwife.” She told him, knowing it was time.

As Jesse moved off to make the call, Eve took the chance to strip down, feeling far too warm, the evening spring breeze coming in from the open window helping slightly. Leaving her clothing in a pile by the end of the bed, she walked towards the mirror, wanting to take in the sight of her pregnant body once last time. “Birds singing in a sycamore tree. Dream a little dream of me.” She sung a little more as her hands moved over her belly up to her breasts and back again, dancing over each stretch mark before coming to rest against the underside of her bump. Her body had changed so much in the last thirty nine weeks, something she was still in awe of.

Hands wrapped around her, resting atop of her own as Jesse stepped behind her, pressing kisses to her neck. “She’s on her way.” He whispered into her ear as she turned around to kiss him. “This is the last time it’ll just be the two of us.” Her voice was full of excitement, she was more than ready to meet their child.

Time passed, the last bit of daylight left now turned to night as Eve paced the hallway of their townhouse. Contractions were four minutes apart now and getting stronger. “Hmmmmmmngh!” Eve braced herself with her hands against the wall, trying to breathe through the pain. “Feels like he’s going to fall out of me!” She shouted, there was a bulging pressure between her legs, one that kept growing with each squeeze. She heard her midwife, Maggie chuckle quietly as she looked between her legs. “That’ll be your waters, love.” Eve laughed at herself, trying to catch her breath as the pain passed. “It’ll likely break within the next few contractions.”

Humming to herself, Eve was in her own world leaving Maggie and Jesse to watch her as she paced some more, unable to stay still for too long as her body worked. “I need to get into the shower.” She said suddenly, moving towards the bathroom to get the water going. Her birthing partners followed behind her, Jesse coming to stand beside her as a comical splash was heard. They all laughed while Eve let out a sigh of relief, her waters breaking giving her some momentary relief from the pressure.

Stepping under the spray of the water, she let it hit her aching back for some time before she shifted down into a squat. “Ohhh, he’s close.” She groaned, the tightening building once more. Before she had managed to get through the contraction just by breathing, or moaning quietly, now the pain was building in intensity, along with each groan and grumble.

She stayed in the shower until the water began to cool, getting out and moving straight into Jesses waiting arms. Eve let him run a soft towel over her skin, removing the moisture before he lead her into the bedroom, it had been planned for months that that would be where she delivered.

Before Eve knew it, contractions felt as if they were coming without a second between them. Kneeling on some pillows beside the bed, her knuckles were turning white from how tight her grip was on the blanket. “Hnnnnnngh! I have to push. Oh, god, he’s coming!” She couldn’t resist, the urge far too strong as she bared down, her body knowing it was time.

“You’re doing do good, honey.” Jesse was sat to her side, rubbing her back and brushing her hair from her face. The contraction passed and without a word, Eve tugged on his hand, pulling him behind her as Maggie checked her dilation. “Head is moving down nicely, you’ll be drowning before you know it.”

With a nod of her head, Eve shifted into a squat once more, Jesse moving quickly to help support her. “I want to catch the baby.” She insisted, another contraction building. “I’m catching… nggghhhhhhh!” She was cut off as the pain grew, the pressure taking over as she pushed. “Ohh, fuck!” She cried out, feeling her labia stretch against the head.

The contraction ended and the head slipped back, Eve letting out a whimper. “It’s okay, love. You’re making wonderful progress.” Maggie assured her. She took the short amount of time she had to catch her breath and have a few sips of water before she was going again through the next few contractions.

Eve had heard and read about the ring of fire, but never could she have expected exactly how it would feel as she panted, allowing herself to stretch some more. It felt like an eternity before she could push again, watching as the head slowly came out. Her hands were guided between her legs to support it, Maggie just there to help so that Eve could have the delivery she wanted. “Look at all that hair.” Jesse whispered behind her, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

“Almost here.” She felt energised, determined in a way she never had as her body squeezed and she let out a loud roar as she pushed the shoulders out, breathing heavily before she gave one last push, delivering their baby into her waiting hands and bringing him up to her bare chest.

With shaky legs, she let Jesse help move her to the bed as he sat behind her and pulled her to his chest. “It’s a boy.” Eve whispered, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as they took in the sight of their son, Eve quietly singing to him, knowing that he was finally here. “In your dreams whatever they be, Dream a little dream of me.”

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Memorable Shift

Working in a busy ER, Ashley realised that she really should have known better than to work a full shift at thirty seven weeks pregnant, but they were short staffed and she had wanted one last day of work before she went on maternity leave.

Her back had been aching all day, contractions happening irregularly, but she hadn’t even considered it might have been the start of labour, this was her first pregnancy and she knew the odds, given that she was on her feet constantly she has assumed it was more false labour.

She was in the middle of treating a trauma patient when she had felt something pop within her, the sound of a splash heard even over the chaos of the room. “Ashley…” she shook her head as a nurse tried to get her attention, wanting to focus on helping their patient before she worried about herself.

“How long?” She looked up then, knowing the no nonsense tone in the voice of her department head meant she needed to answer. “Achy all day, I didn’t realise the contractions were coming regularly until just before, thought I had more time.” She explained, watching as the room was cleared, the patient being taken to surgery as she was guided to sit on a stool. “I thought I had more time.” She insisted, tensing as she felt her uterus tighten, trying to breathe through it, intense pressure already building between her legs. Her baby was coming fast. Faster than she could have ever anticipated.

She took a deep breath as the pain passed, thinking back on the last few hours. “I can make it up to OB. If we go now, I’ll be fine.” As much as Ashley loved working in the emergency room, she didn’t really want to deliver there.

Her wishes to get out of the ER were foiled almost immediately after she had finished talking, another contraction striking as she had been about to stand, forcing her to sit back down on the stool, she didn’t even realise when she had begun to push until she heard Ben, her best friend amongst the other doctors counting to ten. “I’m having the baby down here, aren’t I?” She asked with a resigned sigh once the pain ended. “I’m afraid so, can’t risk you giving birth in the elevator.” Ben told her with a reassuring squeeze to her shoulder.

The breaks between contractions grew shorter and shorter, she hadn’t realised they had been so close together before her water had broken, too focused on doing her job to really notice. She was taken to an exam room, the trauma room a mess from their last patient and to provide her with some much needed privacy.

“Ughhh, owwww!” She groaned as her abdomen tightened, the situation was far from the birth she had planned but there was no time for that now. “Ben, please hold my hand?” Ashley asked shakily, relieved when her friend quickly did as she asked.

The pressure only grew, with each contraction she couldn’t stop herself from giving small pushes. She was already at a ten and as the current contraction gripped her, she didn’t resist the urge to really push. “Hhhhnngh!” She grunted, feeling as the head slipped further through her birth canal, her vagina opening as the head began to crown.

She panted through the burn, waiting for another contraction so she could push again. And push again she did, bearing down, her grip on Ben’s hand tightening as she pushed, the head quickly popping free. “Oh, that feels weird!” She said as she caught her breath, the baby turning inside of her. “Take a look, mom.” She heard the doctor delivering her child say before she glanced at the mirror set up between her legs, getting the first glimpse of her baby.

There was a smile on her face as the urge returned and soon she was pushing once more, grunting through the effort of getting the shoulders out, the baby then feeling as if it just slipped out, the room filling with his tiny cries as he was placed against her chest.

“Hi! Oh hello there, gorgeous.” She whispered softly to her son, tears of joy falling down her face, even Ben beside her was teary as he looked at his honorary nephew. Ashley looked away for a moment, smiling at her colleagues before looking back to her little boy. It was safe to say she was definitely on maternity leave now.

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Roadside Delivery

A broken down car was frustrating on the best on days, for Chloe and Jennifer it was more so. Chloe had gone into labour in the early hours of that morning, three days past her due date and they had been making the long drive to the closest hospital just after lunch, living over an hour away, they had left with plenty of time to spare.

Forty minutes into the drive, their car had just stopped, unable to start it again, the call for help had been made but two hours later, they were still waiting as Chloe paced beside along the side of the road. “They know I’m in labour, right? Why are they taking so long?” She complained as she braced herself against the hood of the car, breathing through her third contraction in five minutes, “they know, sweetheart. Please let me call an ambulance now.” Jennifer had wanted to call for one as soon as they had realised they wouldn’t be driving any further, but Chloe had been insistent, hopeful that they wouldn’t be waiting so long and wanting to save themselves an ambulance bill.

“Call them. There’s so much pressure.” Finally the labouring woman gave in, it was obvious help wouldn’t arrive in time for them to be able to get back on the road in time. The contraction passed and she began walking again, up and down the length of the car as their child shifted closer to entering the world.

She could hear her partner talking on the phone as she felt her uterus beginning to tighten. The passenger side door had been left open when she had first gotten out of the car and as the pain began to take hold, she leaned forward against the seat, letting out a deep groan as it built, “ahh, fuck!” She yelled out, there was a strange feeling, almost like a balloon bursting as her water broke, soaking her shorts.

“Babe!” Chloe yelled out, Jennifer quickly rushing to her, realising what had happened when she noticed the puddle beneath her girlfriend’s feet. “Ambulance is twenty minutes out.” Chloe looked to the other, panic in her eyes. “They won’t make it, I won’t be able to hold them in that long.” Her pelvis felt heavy and she was sure the head was pressing against her cervix.

She knew Jennifer well enough to know she was trying not to freak out completely, this was far from the birth they had planned, there was no changing it now as her abdomen tightened once more, with it the overwhelming need to push taking control as she gave into the instinct without a second thought. Chloe pushed with small grunts, her hands gripping onto the seat cover.

“Sweetheart, can you move? We’ll get you into the backseat?” She heard Jennifer ask, but all she could do was shake her head, her body telling her that this was exactly where she needed to be. “Okay, we’ll make this work.” Chloe nodded, resting as the pain ended while she listened to her partner open the back door, trying to shield them from the prying eyes of any passers by, the few they had seen in the last couple of hours simply looking on without stopping to help.

As the other woman grabbed their small first aid kit and a couple of blankets from their go bag, Chloe pushed her shorts and underwear down, the urge building again. “I’m going to push…” she warned Jennifer as she beaded down. “Ahhh, hhhnghhhhh!” She grunted loudly, feeling the baby move further through her birth canal, her opening spreading slightly as the head pushed against it before receding. The next few pushes were more of the same, she felt as if no progress was being made until finally the head didn’t recede as the contraction ended.

“Fuck, that burns.” She panted heavily, trying to let herself stretch. “You’re doing so well.” Jennifer was knelt below her, watching in awe and ready to catch. Chloe whimpered and breathed through the next couple of contractions until she couldn’t wait anymore, she pushed once again, letting out a cry of surprise as the head emerged.

Jennifer moved quickly, checking for the cord and supporting the head. “Baby is almost here sweetheart.” Another contraction built and all Chloe could do was push, she grunted loudly through her efforts as the shoulders moved free, “babe…” she muttered to Jennifer , exhausted but so close to being done. “One more push. You’re a rockstar, one more.”

Once again, she felt the pressure building, with no hesitation, she pushed once more, gasping for breath as she felt their child leave her body, falling into her mother’s waiting arms. Cord still attached, she and Jennifer turned carefully so she could sit in the passenger seat, their daughter being placed against Chloe’s chest as help finally arrived.

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This is such a good inconvenient birth, I don't know if you've already read it... https://archive.transformativeworks.org/works/54016570

I beg the question, would you write for fandoms such as X Files?

I think I have read it before.

I’d consider writing for fandoms for sure but it would have to be fandoms I’m more familiar with and I’m afraid x files isn’t one I know well.

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Happy New Year!

New Years Eve used to be different for Parker, she would be at any party she could find, dancing long past the clock striking twelve. She and her husband, Wes had met at a New Year’s party, being each others midnight kiss and just the year before they had been out with their friends until the sun had come up to welcome January first.

This year though, everything was different, instead of doing her makeup as the sun was setting, Parker was standing under the hot spray of the shower, palms against the tiles as she leaned forward, large belly hanging low. Her due date had been Christmas Day, something she and Wes had laughed about, many a joke being made. The day had been a quiet affair, passing with no baby. When her contractions had ramped up just after lunch, she knew that this was destined to be the day they brought their child into the world.

Standing soon became to uncomfortable, the pressure in her hips making it difficult to stand and reluctantly, Parker stepped out of the shower and dried off, not bothering to get dressed. “How are you feeling, baby?” Wes asked once she walked out of the bathroom and into their birthing quit. Parker let out a tired sigh as her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I feel like a bowling ball is trying to fall out of my vagina.” She replied with a chuckle before looking longingly at the pool on the other side of the suite, knowing that as where she wanted to deliver. “How long til I can get in there?” She asked, wanting nothing more than the relief the water would provide.

“Ohhhh, that snuck up on me.” Parker mumbled, moving as quickly as she could to sit on a nearby birthing ball, soon moaning through the squeezing of her muscles as her body worked to bring her baby down. Her last contraction had happened just before she and decided to get out of the shower. They still had four hours until midnight, but she knew first babies often took a long time and she was expecting to be no exception.

The contraction was just nearing its peak when she felt what she could only describe as a pop, fluid gushing out of her in a way that she thought only happens in the movies. “Think my water broke.” She laughed, Wes quickly coming over to help her up.

The next few hours passed in a routine of laughter filled conversation and reminiscing of past New Year’s Eve between contractions growing steadily more frequent and stronger. Parker had her arms around her husband’s shoulders, rocking her hips as she groaned through the strongest one she had felt yet, “hmmmmmnnngh, oh god!” She cried out, feeling like her abdomen was in a vice grip. “You’re doing so well, baby. You’ve got this.” Wes’ quiet whispers of encouragement in her ear keeping her tethered.

“How about we check your progress and then get you in the tub?” A midwife suggested once the contraction had passed. Parker nodded quickly, eager to get into the water. She held onto her husband, glad her dilation could beck check without her having to sit down “You’re almost at nine centimetres, baby should be here in no time. Now let’s get you in.” She didn’t hesitate, moments later she was being helped into the water, the relief instantaneous.

“What about Eve for a girl?” Parker asked forty minutes later, it was now just under an hour until midnight as kneeled in the tub, arms resting against the lip, her chin on them as she waited for her body to tense again. “A little on the nose, I think.” Wes replied pulling a a laugh from his wife, though it quickly changed into a deep moan, the contraction striking just as expected. She barely had ninety seconds between the pains, they were getting closer and closer now.

Thirty minutes until midnight and Parker could feel the urge to push. “Bowling ball!” She yelled out through the latest contraction, if she wasn’t so preoccupied she would laugh at how wide her husbands eyes at gone. Before the pain let up, she gave into her body’s need and pushed quickly, unable to stop herself.

As the pain let up, she tapped Wes on the arm and moved so she was now sat. They had planned this from the beginning, she had wanted to be in a safe environment but for the birth to be as intimate as it could be. Her husband didn’t waste any time, quickly climbing into the pool, sitting behind her so Parker could lean against him.

The pressure built again and she pushed into it, feeling her baby move further down as she began to bulge, a mirror placed between her legs so she could see herself open. Parker pushed through a few contractions before the crown held. “Fuck, that hurts! That burns.” She panted, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she tried to breathe through the pain of it. Wes whispered words of comfort in her ear, “I can see them, you’re doing so good.” She slid her hand between her legs, panting heavily as she felt the head, so close to them now, “I think they might be bald.” She laughed breathlessly as Wes pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Another contraction came and she pushed, letting out a cry as she stretched until the head came free. She panted once more, looking between her legs as the midwife gently instructed her how to check for the cord. Thankfully it was clear and soon Parker gave into another urge, pushing with everything she had, a primal scream filled the room as she bared down, the sound soon replaced by the sound of fireworks outside the window, the clock striking midnight as their baby slipped from her body and into its mothers waiting arms.

Outside there were cheers, Parker bringing their child up to her chest. “It’s a boy!” The midwife exclaimed, as Wes kissed his wife, tears in both of their eyes. “Happy New Year!” They said at the same time, knowing that this was their best new years yet.

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Home

“Ohhh, oh, uuugggghhhhh…” Deep groans could be heard throughout the apartment as Audrey worked her way through the latest contraction. At forty weeks pregnant, she had gone into labour just after midnight on her due date. She was currently bracing herself against the dinner table, panting heavily as the tightening of her uterus let up for the time being.

The home birth had been planned for months, but it was only within the last week that the baby had turned into the correct position and they had been given the go ahead. Her neighbours had been warned, despite the decent sound proofing within the building, Audrey had her partner, Helen knew that even that may not be enough.

Early morning light was slowly beginning to filter in through the windows as Audrey felt the tightening begin again, she rocked her hips, desperately trying to find some relief from the pain. “You’re doing great, my love.” Helen whispered in her ear. They had both wanted this baby so badly, it had taken them a long time to finally get that positive pregnancy test. The vice grip on her abdomen let up and Audrey gasped to try and catch her breath. “It hurts so much.” She let out a quiet cry as she turned and let herself be held by her love for a few quick moments.

She had been assured by her midwife that she has been progressing well, by six am, she was at six centimetres but for Audrey it felt incredibly slow. The comfort of Helen’s arms only lasted so long before she was too hot, needing to sit down, she waddled into their bedroom, sitting on the edge of their bed. Her clothes had been discarded at hour four, it was the height of summer and being so late into her pregnancy hadn’t made it easy for her to handle to heat.

8am came and the sounds of the city coming alive below could barely be heard as Audrey groaned through her third contraction within five minutes. “Ahhh, hhhnnnngh!” She was rocking on her hands and knees, Helen pressing into her hips, for Audrey, it felt endless and for Helen, she just wished there was something she could do to ease her partners pain.

As the contraction let up, Audrey found herself leaning forward, face pressed against the pillow. “I have to be close. Please, tell me I’m close to pushing?” She asked, she was quickly checked by her midwife and when she heard she was now just shy of ten centimetres, it felt as if she had just been given a boost, soon their child would finally be there.

An hour later, Audrey took a deep breath as she quickly changed positions, now laying on her side as she pulled Helen close to her, foreheads resting against one another. “Just want to enjoy this last moment before she’s here.” She said tiredly, eyes closed. Her uterus cramped once more and she groaned through the pain, “I feel pressure!” She cried out, wanting nothing more than to push into it.

“Audrey, if you feel the urge, gentle pushes.” She didn’t hesitate, giving her first few gentle pushes, it didn’t feel like much but she could tell it was doing something. She carried on like this for a while, Audrey had no idea of just how long it had been when she felt the stretch of her vagina as she pushed. With the feeling that it wouldn’t be much longer now, she lifted her leg, content to stay on her side. Helen took a quick look between her legs, smiling as she looked to her partner. “Her head is just starting to come through my love.”

She was exhausted, but knowing she was getting closer spurred her on as she pushed through what felt like a never ending contraction. “Ahhhhhh, uuuugh, oh god!” Audrey cried out as the head continued to stretch her. The burning she felt as she crowned was overwhelming, but she panted through the contractions when advised, knowing it would help. She reached between her legs, gasping as felt the hair on top of her baby’s head.

“I can’t, I have to keep pushing.” She didn’t give anyone the chance to tell her otherwise as she gave into her body’s demands and bared down, the head came out quickly, her leg shaking as her partner quickly moved to hold it up. Audrey could feel the baby turning inside of her and within a few moments, she let out a loud cry as she pushed once more. Instinct took over and she reached down as she pushed their daughter out and lifted her onto her chest.

“You did it!” Audrey looked up at Helen, seeing a look of complete awe on her love’s face before she looked to their daughter. “We did it!” She nodded, finally their dream had come true.

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Almost Made It

“It feels like he’s about to fall out of me, please drive faster!” Lucy begged, panting heavily as her uterus contracted painfully once again. It was supposed to be a forty minute drive and she and her wife, Katie had left with plenty of time, her contractions had only been five minutes apart then. But a traffic jam caused by an accident had delayed their trip, a forty minute drive had taken almost two hours and labour had progressed quickly.

Thankfully they had now passed the traffic jam, the hospital now just ten minutes away, something Katie tried to reassure the labouring woman, but it brought little comfort to Lucy. She reclined her seat slightly, underwear thrown somewhere in the back seat and her dress bunched up beneath her breasts. “I might have to push here.” She warned, the urge had been growing steadily but it wasn’t quite there just yet. Her hands moved across her belly, it was a waiting game now.

“We’ll make it, babe. We will.” Lucy wasn’t sure which one of them Kate was trying to reassure, she assumed herself, she had already resigned herself to the fact that their son might be born in their front seat. “I’m not so sure about that.” Was all she could say, a contraction rippling through her, “oh god, haaa, ohhh!” The intensity of the pain only grow and with it that urge to push she remembered so clearly from when she had brought their daughter into the world two years before.

“Don’t push, please don’t push.” The sound of her wife’s begging was muffled, but still she tried her best, Lucy placed her hand between her legs, cupping her opening as if it could somehow hold the baby in.

She barely registered when the car pulled into a parking spot, finally at the hospital, it was a blur of pain and intense pressure as her wife got her into the hospital, leading her down the hallway when she could no longer fight it, planting her feet and squatting down, she finally gave into that urge and gave her first push.

“Help! My wife is in labour. We need help!” Lucy could hear Kate yelling but couldn’t stop, she could feel herself opening with the effort, her breathing heavily as the contraction let up.

“I couldn’t, I had to. I couldn’t hold back anymore.” There was a flurry of activity around her, midwives rushing over, a screening being put up to provide some semblance of privacy, it was obvious that Lucy wouldn’t be moving now until she had delivered.

“It’s okay, you’re doing so good.” Kate was kneeling behind her now, shifting into place to help support Lucy. “We’ve got this.” She assured her. Lucy could hear midwives introducing themselves, talking to her about what they were doing as her dress was lifted, but she couldn’t focus on any of them, all she could do as her body contracted was bear down, could only focus on the way her childs head was pushed through her lower lips, letting out a cry as she crowned and the burning sensation accompanied it.

“Pant, just breathe, babe. Let yourself stretch.” She tilted her head back, resting into against Kates chest as she breathed and cried through the pain. Relief came when a light tap of her knee gave her the permission she needed to give into the urge to push, letting out a scream as the head emerged.

Her legs were shaking, strength fading, the only thing keeping her upright was pure determination and the hold her wife had on her. She hated this part, the waiting until she was told she could push again, she knew it was necessary but her body was desperate to keep going.

“Cord is clear. Push when you need to it.” It was if the contraction had been waiting for the okay to really ramp up, there was no way Lucy would have been able to resist the urge to push, she quickly gave in, pushing hard, a loud cry ringing through the hallway until she felt the relief of their baby sliding free from her body. She fell back against Kate, her wife acting quickly to lower her to the ground as their son was placed against his chest. “We’re having a home birth next time.” Lucy told her, smiling as she stared happily at their newborn

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Just want to say thank you to everyone who follows this blog and reads my stories. I never expected them to get quite as much attention as they have. I really appreciate it!

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Surprise!

A one night with an absolutely stunning stranger named Nick nine months before had lead Maddie to this moment. She had gone out for some drinks and spent the night with a man she had met at the bar. They had both decided it would be a one time thing and after parting ways the next morning, she really had believed that that would be that. A few weeks later she had been faced with a positive pregnancy test and no way to contact the father.

She was now thirty seven weeks pregnant and checking herself into the maternity ward, Maddie had woken early that morning to contractions and her waters broken. She was taken into a room and allowed to settle in. She was holding her belly and rocking her hips through a contraction when the doctor and a nurse walked in. “Maddie?” She looked up, eyes widening in recognition, it was just her luck that the nurse about to help her through labour and delivery also happened to be the stunning stranger from that very night.

“I had no way to contact you. We never exchanged numbers. Or last names.” Maddie managed to say softly, the pain now passed. She sat herself down on the bed, taking a much needed moment to catch her breath. “Wilson. My last name is Wilson.” It was a shock to him to say the least, it wasn’t everyday your patient was someone you had slept with. “So it’s mine?” She simply nodded, biting her lip. She had been nervous enough about giving birth, to say this was adding to that would be an understatement. “She is, yes. Not that I’m expecting anything.”

Maddie watched Nicks face, noticing he was about to say something when she grabbed his hand before he had the chance. “Ohhh, fuck.” The tighten in her uterus built, the pain growing with it as she squeezed her eyes shut, groaning through it. She could lightly sense Nicks thumb rubbing at her hand as she clung to his, before the contraction faded, leaving her breathless. “Sorry. What were you about to say?” She asked once eyes opening as she tried to catch her breath. “Just that I would like to be involved. If you want me to. We can go over details when you’re not about to deliver. Do you want a different nurse to do this?”

She was surprised by how gentle his question came across, she quickly shook her head in response. It was then her doctor cleared her throat, “if he’s in here, it’s best if it’s not in a professional manner.” Maddie had almost forgotten she was there, sharing a quick look as he nodded in understanding.

A few hours passed and Maddie and Nick had spent the time between contractions getting to know one another better, both laughing at how absurd the situation felt. They were down to ninety seconds apart, the late afternoon sun shining bright through the window, “I chose a name already.” Maddie told him, she was pacing around her room now, sitting making her back hurt too much. “Annie.” She paused in her pacing and leaned forward against the bed, head pressed into the mattress as she let out a loud cry of pain, Nick had jumped up quickly, pressing against her hips and applying much needed counter pressure. “I feel like her head is about to fall out.” She managed with a breathless laugh as the pain passed.

“I’ll get the Doctor in.” A button was pressed and she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, it only took a few seconds for her doctor to come in, doing all the necessary checks. Another contraction built, bringing with it more pressure than Maddie had been expecting, she shifted uncomfortably, almost as if she were trying to escape it. Both Nick and her doctor were talking her through the pain but she couldn’t hear it, trying not to scream until the vice grip on her uterus let go. “You’re fully dilated, it’s time to push.” She was told gently, knowing that the pain was almost over was a relief.

“In my birth plan, I wanted to be on my hands and knees, can I still do that?” She couldn’t shake the fear from her voice, the worry of being told no. Sitting was agony and she had never wanted to give birth on her back. Getting the okay, she wasted no time in shifting, now on her knees, resting against the raised bed head, she felt the pressure building, she gave no warning, grunting with the pressure as she gave her first push, knowing it was what her body needed her to do.

From then on, all she could focus on was the desperate need to deliver her baby. The supporting voices of her Doctor and Nick were muffled as she continued to push through each contraction. Soon there was a burning sensation as her vagina stretched, Maddie reaching out with a shaky hand for Nick. “I can’t. I can’t do this, it hurts too much.” Nick managed to perch on the edge of the bed, his hand cupping hers, it didn’t matter that they barely knew one another, that their reunion had been orchestrated by the birth of their child, in that moment it was as if they had always known each other. “You can do this. You already are. Just pant for a little bit, let yourself stretch and then bring her into this world.”

A kiss was pressed to her head as she panted and cried through the next couple of pains, it was a relief when she was told she could push again, Maddie growling as she bared down once more. “The head is out!” She heard the doctor call out after a few more pushes, she reached between her legs, gasping as she felt a head full of hair, laughing a little as she looked at Nick. It didn’t take long, barely thirty seconds before she had to continue, their daughter refusing to wait as she pushed to bring the shoulders out, the rest of the baby’s body following into the arms of her doctor.

Maddie moved carefully as Nick helped her to turn around and sit down on the bed, their baby quickly being placed against her bare chest, tears of joy falling down her face. The two shared a look between them, a soft smile before their gaze fell to their daughter, their lives changed forever.