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lefi0708 · 4 months ago

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"Intimate unassisted birth"

This is a story written by someone on hidden-desires that I like and wanna preserve.

I TAKE ZERO CREDIT FOR THIS STORY, enjoy!

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I let out a slow breath as the contraction passed, running my hands over my nine-month-pregnant, soon to be deflated stomach. Leaning back against the plush pillows of the bed, I let my legs fall apart, my heels connected in front of me with my hands coming to rest on my knees. “That one wasn’t too bad. I think I’m just getting used to them.” I tell my husband, Liam, smiling weakly. He chuckles a bit and squeezes my calf. “Yeah, you’ve only been at this for nearly ten hours now. I bet your body just thinks they’re like a hiccup or something. Want a back massage?” “A hiccup that feels like someone with an abnormally large hand is squeezing my uterus in their fist,” I correct with a little smile, then nodded gratefully. “That sounds great. Can you check me again too? I must have progressed some in the past hour.” “I think you just want to be fingered.” “Maybe that too.” Liam chuckled and leaned in, kissing my lips soundly. I decided before the pregnancy was even confirmed that I wanted a unassisted homebirth with Liam. Of course our midwife is on speed dial just in case, but all I want is to push this baby into Liam’s hands and share the moment only with him. I let him know early on that this was the route I was planning to take, and he has been more supportive than I could’ve ever dreamed, from providing for my midnight cravings to keeping me comfortable in labor far better than most husbands. I feel Liam’s hand trail up my inner thigh as his lips wander to my neck. I immediately melt under his touch as he spreads my lower lips with one hand and massages my clitoris with two fingers of the other. Truthfully, I had just wanted him to check my cervix, but in no way am I complaining. My stomach visibly tightens with the beginning of a contraction and Liam stops his teasing, instead resting his hands on my thighs. I quickly shake my head. “No, no. Don’t you dare stop.” Liam quickly returns to my pussy, running his fingers over my slick lips, teasing me. The contraction builds and I find some relief in rolling my hips, increasing the friction of his fingers against my most sensitive area. “Fuck!” I find myself groaning, both out of pleasure and pain from the pressure in my abdomen. The contraction soon ebbs, but Liam’s fingers continue to stroke and massage me. I feel myself coming apart as he gently squeezes my clit between his thumb and forefinger. Arching my back, I clench my muscles and buck my hips involuntarily as my orgasm erupts within me. I fall back against the bed, breathing heavily. “That was quick.” Liam chuckles as I try to get my breathing under control. “You have very talented fingers,” I smirk and brush some hair out of my face. “Now really, check me, please.” I softly gasp in discomfort as my husband gently slips two fingers into my overstimulated sex. His other hand pushes down on my full stomach with a bit of pressure, feeling the position of our baby. “You’re really opening, babe. Not much longer now.” “Ugh, can you give me a number? I’m getting a bit tired of this.” I feel myself whining but for good reason. Ten hours! Liam’s fingers move inside me. “I’d say about seven centimeters. How about that massage now?” I’m a little disappointed because I had been stuck at six centimeters for the past three hours. The contractions are so much closer now and I was hoping it was my body working overtime to help me dilate. Liam senses this and removes his fingers, gently patting my inner thigh. With a hint of a disappointed sigh, I maneuver myself out of bed and stand on the side of it, resting my upper body on my elbows, digging them into the soft bed comforter. Liam stands behind me and applies firm pressure to my lower back. I moan contentedly, but it’s cut short by another contraction. Breathing deeply and stiffening under Liam’s hands, I lean my head down on the bed and let out a low groan. Sensing my discomfort, Liam digs the heels of his hands into my lower back, the counter pressure feeling heavenly. He continues his pressure until the contraction ends and I let out a heavy breath. “Did that help any?” he asks, moving his hands to massage my shoulders and neck. “Yeah, it did,” I still feel uncomfortable, though, and pull off the t-shirt of Liam’s that’s the only article of clothing I’ve been wearing since a labored in the bath four hours ago. I pulled my hair into a bun on top of my head and am surprised by how much the small acts increased my comfort level even slightly. Liam continues massaging my lower back through a few more contractions, until I get tired of standing and decide I want back in bed. By this point, the contractions are getting more and more intense, my belly tightening and squeezing extremely uncomfortably with every one. They’re also coming more frequently, and I both welcome and am nervous at the thought that I will be pushing soon. I am resting on my knees with my hands pressing into the pillows of our bed. A contraction starts to build and I begin to rock my hips in circles, searching for relief from the pressure building in my pelvis. “That’s good, babe. Bring our baby down.” Liam is behind me, applying pressure to my back and soft kisses to my shoulder. During the height of the contraction, I feel the overwhelming urge to push. I’m surprised and know I shouldn’t, that I’m not dilated enough, but I bear down with a groan. “I’m pushing!” I announce. “Oh no, no, no!” Liam objects, his hand flying to my vagina and sliding two fingers in. “You’re not open enough, babe, and your water hasn’t even broken yet.” “Doesn’t matter! Gotta push!” The feeling is primal and I can’t stop it. I’m feeling so much pressure that I think I will die from the relief I get from pushing. The contraction ends but the pressure remains and I bite my lip, gripping the headboard of the bed. “You cannot push, honey. You’re not dilated enough and you’ll swell. You know this.” “I know that I’m feeling a lot of pressure right now and I need to push!” I insist through gritted teeth. The baby feels like a bowling ball deep in my hips. I know I’m not ready, but the pressure I feel is absolutely unbearable. Somewhere in my subconscious I’m telling myself not to push, but the pressure is impossibly strong. I change positions, lying on my back against the pillows and spreading my legs wide. Another contraction starts to build and I grip Liam’s arm, squeezing and primally growling, my eyes rolling back in my head. I have to push. I have to do it now. “Please, Liam. There’s no fucking way I cannot push. It’s coming.” “No.” he says simply. “It’s not your choice!” I’m gritting my teeth, everything in my power going towards not pushing. “Liam, please. The baby is coming.” I feel his fingers inside me and let out a low breath. “Liam, please, tell me I can push. Say something. I need to push! I need to push, really! I have to push!” I know I’m rambling, but I can’t express how badly my body wants to force this baby out. “Sweetie, we have a big baby in here and you’re only dilated to eight centimeters at most. If you want your unassisted birth, you cannot push.” All I feel is his fingers inside me and the insane pressure in my hips. Suddenly, I feel a gush of warm water shoot out of me, sighing as some of the pressure is relieved. “There goes the water.” Liam says, quickly going to our bathroom and grabbing a hand towel. He gently dries my thighs and sex, dries his hands, and situates the towel under my butt. “Feel any better?” “A bit. I could push though. There’s still a little bit of the urge.” “Well let’s wait a bit. I don’t want to risk anything.” I huff and roll onto my side, squeezing my knees together so I wouldn’t be tempted to push. Liam strokes my hip and presses a kiss to my head. “Not much longer now, love.” “Still too long.” Another contraction grips my abdomen and I grip Liam’s arm tightly. My face screws up into a clenched frown and I squeeze my thighs together, irrationally feeling that the baby would shoot out if not. Panting as it passes, I roll back onto my back and spread my knees, giving my husband a nonverbal cue to check my cervix. He slides a few fingers deeply into my vagina, kissing my knee in an attempt to soothe any discomfort. His face lights up as he moves deeper into me. “Our baby has so much hair.” Despite the discomfort, I smile weakly and then genuinely when he slides his fingers back out. He felt our baby in the flesh for the first time and I’ve never seen someone as excited. He kisses my lips and rests his forehead against mine, a sweet moment that turns sour soon with the arrival of another contraction. I breathe heavily, both hands on my rock hard stomach, biting my lip and praying that it will be over soon. The pressure returns and I resist the urge to bear down. “How far along was I?” I ask after the contraction passes, trying to regain control of my breathing. “Still around eight. I’ll let you know when you can start pushing, babe.” “I think I know when I should push, and that’s now.” “No.” I groan, “I can’t do this!” “You can, baby. You’re so fucking close,” he tells me, pressing a kiss into my belly. “You’ll be pushing in no time. Which reminds me, we should probably do one last stretching.” “Ooh, fun,” I say sarcastically. With it being our first baby and an unassisted birth, tearing has been a worry of ours. Over the course of the third trimester, per suggestion of our midwife, Liam has been stretching my vagina and perineum to prepare for delivery. It’s not the most comfortable process, but he’s gentle, and I know it’s helping me in the long run. Liam smirks and grabs the bottle of coconut oil that stays on our bedside table. Massaging some onto his fingers and nudging my knees open, he easily slides two fingers of both hands into my vagina. I suck in a breath of discomfort. “Sorry, beautiful. It’s your fault for being so tight.” he jokes, slowly and gently stretching my vaginal opening apart with his hands. He massages the oil into the skin of my perineum with his thumbs and pushes open my vaginal walls. To heighten my discomfort, another contraction arrives and I quickly snap my knees shut. “No, stay open. Relax and let everything stretch and soften.” Liam says as he nudges my knees apart again. He pushes two fingers deep inside me and probes at my cervix. “Liam, I’m so uncomfortable! Can’t you stretch my cervix around the head?” “I don’t want to risk anything, baby,” he insists, but continues to probe inside me. “I think with the next contraction the head will be passing through your cervix anyway. I can feel it poking out.” Although the news is good, I still feel an urge to push now, not with the next contraction. Liam continues prepping my opening and leans in for a kiss. “Really, not much longer now, babe. You’ve almost made it.” I mentally decide to push no matter what on my next contraction. There is a burning deep in my hips, and I know it’s my baby’s head pushing through my cervix. It’s painful, but I’m tired and ready to be done. The next contraction arrives and I bear down, groaning primally. “Go ahead and push, baby. Push my fingers out.” Liam is still probing around in my hole (He just loves it in there!) and I manage to grit, “I already am!” through my teeth. I feel incredible relief from pushing, but I don’t feel the baby move. The contraction passes but I continue to push, desperately wanting to progress. “Wait for the contraction to push. You don’t want to tire yourself out, sweetie.” Liam kisses my stomach and moves his fingers inside me. “If you’re feeling any burning, it’s because the head is pushing through your cervix.” I nod. “Almost there, alright?” He smiles at me and swipes his thumb over my clitoris. I gasp and playfully hit his chest. I settle my knees far apart, feeling the need to make room for a bowling ball coming out of me. Liam strokes my inner thighs as we await the next contraction. When it comes and builds, I nearly scream. The pressure to push is so intense and the burning in my hips so painful that I can’t react. After a moment, I bear down, subconsciously hearing Liam counting and feeling fingers inside me, presumably stretching my cervix around the head. The burning in my hips moves to my vagina and I throw my head back in pain. “The head is right inside you! You got it past your cervix!” The words don’t register; I just continue to push even though the contraction has faded, going against Liam’s earlier warning. The baby is slowly moving down my birth canal, and I feel its every move. “It’s right here, babe. Our baby is right inside you. Just a few more pushes and you’ll be able to see it.” That reminded me, “Get the mirror, please,” Liam ran to the bathroom and grabbed the small mirror we purchased specifically for this moment. He held it up. “Nothing to see yet, but trust me. He’s right inside you.” “He?” I chuckle lightly, then pant a bit, “And yeah, I know. Trust me. I can feel him. Or her,” A contraction started rippling through my stomach and I bore down again. Liam held up the mirror and I saw my labia remain tightly closed, but a telltale bulge was forming behind them. I held the push until the contraction ended and rested my hands on my stomach, trying to even my breathing. “Want to feel it?” I nod and reach my hands down, one parting my labia and one slowly inserting two fingers into my opening. I don’t have to go to far before I feel a hard, slimy mass inside me. I grin and let my fingers rest there as I feel another contraction. I bear down, simultaneously pushing my moist vaginal walls back around the head of my baby. The head is large and only moves slightly, but I’m proud of my progress. I bear down hard again after the contraction subsides. “Babe, just rest between contractions.” Liam suggests as I grunt and bear down hard. I breathe for a moment, but another contraction comes before I can truly rest. I push hard and start to feel burning again, this time much worse and in a different place than earlier. Liam holds the mirror up with one hand and gently parts my labia with the other. I feel the baby moving toward my opening but still can’t see. The contraction ends and I lean back against the pillows. “Beautiful, babe. This baby is coming down so fast. It’ll be crowning so soon.” “I don’t want it to crown. It burns enough already.” I whine and push some hair out of my face. The contractions are basically on top of one another, and I push again with the next one. Looking in the mirror, my labia are still tightly closed, but I can definitely feel my baby close to the opening. Liam parts my labia and I catch a glimpse of a dime-size amount of wet, black hair. He grins from ear to ear and uses his fingers to hold my lips open. “Look at that!” He says excitedly. “Look, babe!” I pant and let the push go, and the baby slides back up my birth canal slightly. I groan in frustration. “You knew that would happen, honey. Keep pushing and it’ll stay out.” I listen to his advice and start pushing again right as my next contraction arrives. There is a fire in my vagina and I scream out as I see the head part my folds. Liam rests the mirror against his leg, freeing his hands to help stretch me. I see more of the head poking out, but can’t see past my pain to be proud of it. I bear down hard and my opening takes a teardrop shape. The stretch makes me scream loudly. “God, please, no more!” I’m screaming and it’s unimaginable how I’ll get this whole baby out. I let go of the push but Liam holds my lips open and the baby stays right at my opening. There’s so much burning and pressure and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. Liam lovingly pats my thigh. “Push again when you’re ready, love.” I take a breath and push down, screeching as I feel the burning increase. I look down, not in the mirror but over my belly, and see my labia bulging out significantly. All I can do is bear down and scream as the head descends slowly. The baby is large; at our last midwife appointment we were told to expect at least a nine pounder, and I’m convinced the head alone weighs nine pounds at this point. I glance in the mirror at myself bulging and stretching and feel accomplished, but the baby isn’t even crowning yet and it’s already almost impossible for me to bear the pain. My uterus contracts and I push, my inflamed slit stretching the farthest yet. I don’t back down as the contraction ebbs, and I soon feel the excruciating pain of crowning. The top of the baby’s head wedges itself right between my lips, stretching them taut and wide. I feel spasms of pain zip through my whole body as I’m split apart, and I screech and quickly snap my legs shut, in turn pushing the baby back inside me. “No, no, no! Babe, no!” Liam nearly yells, frantically grabbing my knees and pushing them back open. I fight with him to keep them closed, to grant the baby no passage, but his strong arms force them open and push them back. He firmly keeps my thighs apart during my next contraction and push. “Splitting apart!” I insist as I push, fighting against my husband’s hands in a desperate attempt to squeeze my legs together and salvage my burning slit. I soon realize I am fighting a losing battle and give all my energy to bearing down, which leads to the even more painful full crown of the baby’s head. The head sits in my opening, out to the middle of the baby’s forehead. Liam quickly grabs the oil from the nightstand, lubricates his hands, and presses a hand on either side of the baby’s head. He rubs the oil on the tight skin of my vagina and applies counter pressure to my perineum. “Give me some small pushes, babe.” My legs are shaking from the pain and exertion as I grab behind my knees and give a small push with a small grunt. I do this for a while until the baby is out to its eyes, at which point I shriek and plead with Liam not to let me tear. “You’re not going to tear. I’m giving you some counter pressure on your perineum.” His hands are strong and warm against my perineum and it’s a bit soothing. He oils me again, and I’m so slick with oil that I’m convinced the baby will just slip out. Oil is dripping down from my labia into my ass. I push again and he places his other hand firmly against my upper vulva, resting right on my clit. My hips buck a bit at the contact. “Not now!” I whine. “Do you want to tear here?” He’s applying counter pressure as I push and I moan from the overstimulation. “I want this huge thing out of me.” “Then push.” His thumbs carefully push my labia back around the head and I moan in protest. Then I’m pushing and feeling the baby’s nose and mouth against my inner walls right before the entire head emerges. A rush of fluid splashes out behind the huge head and my body spasms in shock, my lips tightening around the baby’s neck. Liam reaches inside me to check for the cord, then guides my hand down to our baby’s head. I see in the mirror that the head is huge and covered in curly dark hair. I bring my other hand down and cup the head as I push to birth the shoulders and body. I give three hearty pushes to no avail. After the third, Liam brushes my hands away so he can grip the head and gently tug. The pressure in my hips is almost unbearable. “Stuck!” I cry out, wriggling my hips.. “Alright, big baby and small pelvis. We were expecting this.” Liam says, pushing a finger into me by the baby’s shoulder. I cry out as my hole is so sore, but I know that he desperately needs to get the baby out. He adjusts the baby slightly, removes his finger, and pushes my legs back by my feet. “Push. Hard,” He instructs me and I do as he says, anything to relieve the pressure in me. “Grab your ankles and pull back. We need you wide open.” I moan and obey, bearing down as hard as possible. Liam grips our baby’s head and pulls, really pulls, tugging the head back and forth to free the baby. I’m exhausted and in so much pain that my vision starts to fade out. “Please pull it out! PLEASE! Pull it out of me!” I hear myself begging and screaming but to no avail. “Liam, get this out, please!” He tugs hard, freeing a shoulder and then the second. I look in the mirror and see my vagina stretched obscenely around the baby’s stomach. I am still screaming and pleading with him to pull it out of me that I don’t realize when the entire baby slides out. My vagina is still spasming painfully and I’m rambling something like “Oh god, you pulled it out. You got it out of me. So much pain,” as he sets the baby on my chest. “Say hello to our little boy.”

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lefi0708 · 4 months ago

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A Long Cold Night Part 2

Again, thank you so much to @grandesteartherquakedreamer for giving me both my first character x oc fic commissions as well as my first commissions with a cover photos! This was a lot of fun to do and I'm glad I could do this for you. I hope yall like it!

~8k, fpreg, character x oc, pregnancy, labor, birth.

The passing days felt like a dream to Katheryn, even as her body bore the full weight of their growing daughter. Each movement from within her felt miraculous, a constant reminder of the life she and Genya had created.��

Her belly had grown so large and round that it was impossible to ignore, but she loved every second of it, the tightness, the heaviness, and the way it made her feel connected to their child.

She even adored the way her husband Genya would dot on her in his quiet, steady way. Whether he was helping her up from the couch, making sure she drank enough water, or, on those quiet evenings, simply holding her close as they sat together. His presence by her side was constant and reassuring.

But as her due date came and went, Katheryn could see the worry beginning to creep into his Genya’s eyes and he seemed more on edge. Fussing over her over the slighting thing or over the slightest sound she made.

One evening, as they sat together in their bedroom, he finally voiced his concern. “It’s been over a week.’ he said, his tone measured but edged with unease, ‘Yet the baby hasn’t even shown any signs of coming. Should we be worried?”

Katheryn smiled softly, reaching for his hand and pressing it to her belly. Their daughter stirred beneath his palm, her movements strong and reassuring. “It’s normal for some babies to take their time.’ she reassured gently, ‘She’s just being fashionably late, that’s all.”

Genya huffed softly at her nonchalant answer, though his lips remained a hard line that betrayed his unease, “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” Katheryn replied, leaning back against the headboard and resting her hand atop his. “She’ll come when she’s ready. I think she’s just as comfortable in here as I’ve been carrying her.”

His brow furrowed slightly, but he nodded, his thumb stroking absentmindedly over her skin, “You’ve been incredible through all of this.’ he said after a moment, his voice quieter, ‘I don’t say it enough, but... I see how much you’ve done for her, for us.”

Katheryn’s heart swelled, and she turned her head to press a kiss to his knuckles. “You’ve done just as much, Genya. You’ve been there every step of the way. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in this.” she said softly, making him smile. They sat like that for a while longer, his hand warm and steady against her belly.

As the days stretched on, Katheryn and Genya did their best to stay prepared. The nursery was immaculate, every little outfit folded and sorted, every blanket and diaper within reach. Genya double-checked the emergency bag and their home birth supplies for the umpteenth time, ensuring everything was in place. Which Katheryn had teased him over, though deep down, she appreciated his attentiveness.

Inside, their baby was in no hurry. The womb seemed to be her safe haven, a world of warmth and quiet surrounded by the soothing rhythm of her mother’s heartbeat. It was cramped now, too tight to stretch or roll the way she had before, but still comforting in its own way.

Yet, the pressure was undeniable. Her growing body had outpaced the space available to her, and every little movement felt like a struggle. She could sense the outside world waiting for her, beckoning her in ways she didn’t yet understand. Though she seemed to be trying to ignore it, it was becoming clear that she couldn’t stay forever.

Katheryn felt it too. She often placed her hands on the underside of her belly, rubbing the taut skin as if to soothe both herself and her baby. “I know you’re comfortable in there.’ she murmured one evening, her voice soft as she spoke to her belly, ‘But it’s time to come out and meet us, sweetheart. We’re ready for you.”

Genya, sitting beside her, looked up from his book. “Do you think she hears you when you talk to her?”

“Oh, definitely.’ Katheryn replied, smiling as she felt a faint push against her ribs, ‘She hears everything. She just doesn’t care.” Genya chuckled softly, setting the book aside. “She’s stubborn. Just like her mother.”

Katheryn smirked, pretending to be offended, “You’re one to talk, Mr. ‘I know best,’ she probably gets it from you.” As they laughed, their daughter gave a decisive kick. Katheryn chuckled and rubbed her belly again, “Yeah, we’re talking about you, stubborn girl.” she teased.

Genya smiled and placed a hand on top of hers, “Let’s get some rest now.’ Genya said gently, ‘It’s getting late.” Kathyren nodded, “Alright.”

Settling down into their bed, Katheryn snuggled as close to Genya as she was comfortably allowed to with her big belly. Genya laid beside her and pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head, “Goodnight my Darling.” he murmured. “Goodnight my Dear.” Katheryn murmured back, her eyes growing heavy as sleep soon overtook her.

As the pale light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a faint glow over the quiet bedroom. Katheryn stirred, her eyes fluttering open with an odd sense of discomfort. Though, it wasn’t the typical discomfort or the need to shift positions that woke her; this felt deeper, more insistent.

A wave of warmth coursed through her, pooling low in her belly and spreading downward. She blinked, confused, until she felt the dampness seeping into her panties. Her brows furrowed as she instinctively pressed a hand against the swell of her belly, feeling her daughter’s familiar presence.

Carefully, she pushed herself up, her every motion deliberate and practiced after so many weeks of carrying her daughter. The wetness clung to her as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, a strange urgency building within her. “Probably just the baby pressing on my bladder again.” She whispered to herself, but something about it felt different.

Katheryn rose and waddled quietly toward the bathroom, her footsteps soft but purposeful. Each one felt heavier than usual however, as if the weight of the moment had shifted somehow.

She didn’t wake Genya just yet, not wanting to alarm him. But as the door to the bathroom clicked shut, Genya’s eyes opened, his senses sharp. He lay still for a moment, his mind piecing together the faint creak of the bed, the shuffle of Katheryn’s footsteps, and an almost imperceptible change in the air.

Genya’s brows knit as he sat up, his heart quickening. He swung his legs off the bed and rose silently, padding toward the bathroom with a mixture of concern and anticipation.

Katheryn sat on the edge of the toilet, her hands gripping the porcelain rim. Pulling down her underwear she could see the dampness had spread. Not only that, but she noticed a thick, jelly-like collection of mucus sitting there. Staring down at her thighs with wide eyes, the realization slowly dawning. “Oh…” she breathed, her voice soft and tinged with wonder.

The bathroom door eased open, and Genya appeared, his hair disheveled, his eyes alert. “Katheryn.’ he said, his voice low but steady, ‘Is everything alright…?”

She looked up at him, her lips curling into a smile that was equal parts nervous and excited. “I think so.’ she replied, her voice trembling slightly, ‘But I think my water broke, and I lost my mucus plug.”

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of the moment sinking in. Then Genya crossed the small space between them, kneeling in front of her and placing a gentle hand on her knee.

“It’s time.” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet certainty. Katheryn nodded, her hand instinctively moving to cradle her belly. “It’s time.” she echoed, the words feeling surreal yet undeniable.

Katheryn took a deep breath, steadying herself as another warm sensation rippled through her. There was no panic, no rush. Just the quiet understanding that the moment they had been preparing for had finally arrived. Genya, ever calm and composed, rested his hand gently on her lower back. “Let’s get you comfortable,” he said softly, his voice like an anchor.

Katheryn nodded, waddling back to the bedroom with Genya close behind. She made her way to the closet and pulled out a soft, loose-fitting nightgown she’d chosen weeks ago for this very moment.

The fabric was warm and cozy against her skin, its loose fit accommodating her heavy, round belly. Changing into it felt like shedding the last remnants of sleep and stepping into a state of readiness.

Her waters were still leaking, her break not a sudden one like she’d been prepared for, but just a slow steady break. Luckily, she still had some pads in her bathroom that she could use that would at least keep the leaking under control.

Once dressed, she turned to Genya, who had already started gathering a few essentials: a glass of water, a hair tie, and her favorite pair of fuzzy socks. “You think of everything,” she said with a small laugh, taking the socks from him and slipping them on.

“I try.’ he replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips, ‘Now, how about something to eat? You’ll need the energy.”

Katheryn considered it for a moment as they made their way to the kitchen. The early morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow over the cozy space. The hum of their routine comforted her, even as she started to become aware of a faint tightening in her belly.

“I’m not very hungry.” she admitted, leaning lightly against the counter as Genya opened the fridge. “But… maybe some fruit? Something light.”

“Fruit it is.” he said, pulling out a small bowl, he then quickly sliced some strawberries, and melon, before adding some blueberries. He placed it on the counter in front of her, along with a fork and her water glass.

Katheryn smiled gratefully and took a small bite, savoring the sweetness of the fruit. “Perfect.” she said, closing her eyes briefly as another mild contraction washed over her. It was still light, but she could feel the way her muscles were tensing and relaxing on the lower part of her belly.

Genya stood close, his hand resting on her shoulder, watching her carefully. “Is it still manageable?” She opened her eyes and met his gaze, her expression calm but resolute. “Still manageable.’ she assured him, ‘It’s pretty light, but I know it’s just the beginning.”

He nodded, “We’ll take it one step at a time. No rush.”

“No rush,” she agreed, taking another bite of fruit. Katheryn then picked up her phone from the counter as she continued to nibble on a slice of melon. Her fingers hovering over the screen for a moment, before she tapped Mina’s name in her contacts.

Mina, her midwife, had been a constant source of reassurance and joy throughout her pregnancy.

She typed out a quick message: Morning, Mina! Just wanted to let you know I lost my mucus plug, my water has broken and labor seems to be starting. Nothing major yet, but it’s happening!

She hit send and waited, smiling softly at the thought of how Mina would respond.

True to form, her phone buzzed almost immediately with an enthusiastic reply: OMG!!! It’s happening!!! I’m so excited for you, Katheryn!!! Do you want me to head over now or wait a bit?

Katheryn couldn’t help but laugh, her fingers flying across the screen: Not yet, it’s still early. I’ll let you know when things get further along.

A moment later, her phone pinged again: Alright, but don’t hesitate to call me the moment you need me! I’ve got everything ready to go. You’re going to do amazing. I’m so proud of you already!

Katheryn smiled: Thanks, Mina. I’ll keep you updated.

As she set the phone down, Genya glanced over at her from where he was leaning against the counter. “Mina?” he asked knowingly. Katheryn nodded, popping a blueberry into her mouth. “She’s ready to drop everything and come over. But I told her not yet. It’s still early.”

Genya chuckled softly. “She’s just as energetic as yourself.”

“Always.’ Katheryn said with a grin, ‘But it’s comforting. She’s like this little ball of sunshine, and I know she’ll make me laugh even when things get intense.”

“That’s good.’ he said, his expression softening, ‘You deserve people like that right now.”

“I already have someone like that,” she replied, reaching out to take his hand. Genya’s lips curved into a faint smile as he squeezed her hand in return. “Good to know I’m holding my own against Mina.” he teased lightly.

After finishing her bowl of fruit, Katheryn set it down on the counter and stretched, her hands gently rubbing the sides of her belly. “I think I’d like to go for a walk.” she said, her tone light but determined. Genya raised an eyebrow. “A walk? Outside? It’s freezing.”

She smiled up at him, unbothered by his practicality. “Exactly. It’s so beautiful out there, and I could use the fresh air before things really get going. It’ll help me feel grounded.”

Though he sighed, Genya didn’t argue, moving toward the hall closet and grabbing her heavy winter coat. Shaking it out, he held it open for her, “Alright.” he said, his voice softening, ‘but let’s make sure you’re bundled up. I don’t want you catching a chill.”

Katheryn smiled as she slipped her arms into the coat, grateful for his care. He knelt down to help her pull on her boots, tying the laces with quick precision. As he rose, he adjusted the scarf around her neck, his hands lingering a moment to make sure she was warm enough.

“You ready?” he asked, tugging on his own coat. “Ready.” she replied, her voice full of quiet excitement.

The two stepped outside into the crisp morning air. The world was a pristine expanse of white, the trees heavy with snow that sparkled faintly in the muted light. Their home, tucked far away from the bustle of the world, was surrounded by a serene forest, the kind of place where the only sounds were the crunch of snow beneath their boots and the occasional chirp of a bird.

Katheryn looped her arm through Genya’s, leaning into him as they began their walk. The cold nipped at her cheeks, but it was invigorating. She could feel the crisp, cold air, in her nose and with every step, the subtle weight of her daughter grounding her in the moment.

As they made their way along the snowy path, Katheryn felt the familiar tightening in the muscles in the lower belly, warping around her like a rubber band. But it was nothing too intense, but it was enough to make her pause for a moment.

Stopping her pace, she exhaled slowly, her breath visible in the chilly air. Genya stopped immediately as well, turning to her with a steady gaze. “You okay?”

She nodded, gripping his arm a little tighter. “Yeah, just another contraction.” she said, smiling to reassure him. He offered her his other hand, and she took it gratefully. “Lean on me.” he said simply. “I already do,” she replied, her voice warm and full of affection, but leaned on him regardless, resting her head on his shoulder as she took another steady breath.

Once it passed, they continued their walk, moving slowly, savoring the peacefulness around them. Katheryn felt the cool air fill her lungs, the weight of her husband’s steady presence beside her, and the occasional flutters and nudges of their daughter. It was a moment that she savored, a calm before the storm of what was to come.

After another slow lap around the house, Katheryn’s cheeks were pink from the cold, and she gave Genya’s arm a gentle tug. “I think I’m ready to head back in,” she said, her breath puffing in the crisp air.

“Good idea.” Genya replied, steering her carefully toward the front door. “Let’s get you warmed up.”

Once inside, the sudden warmth of the house was a welcome contrast to the chill outside. Katheryn slipped off her boots and coat, sighing in relief as the cozy air wrapped around her. Genya placed her coat on the rack and turned to her with a thoughtful look.

“How about a shower?” he suggested. “It’ll warm you up and help relax those muscles. You’ve been on your feet a lot.” Katheryn’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, “That sounds heavenly,” she said, running a hand over her belly.

Genya nodded and headed to the bathroom, turning on the shower to let the water heat up. By the time Katheryn stepped into the bathroom, steam had already begun to fill the space, making it feel like a cozy retreat.

She smiled at Genya, who handed her a towel for afterward and helped steady her as she stepped into the warm cascade and settled down into the shower chair that she’d bought some time ago.

The water was perfect, soothing and comforting as it flowed over her body, easing the dull ache in her back and the growing tension in her belly. She let out a contented sigh, leaning her head back to let the water run through her hair.

As she stood under the spray, another contraction rolled through her. This one was a bit stronger, starting to spread up from the underside of her belly and crawling up towards her navel.

The sudden change in the intensity of this latest contraction caused her to grip the sides of her chair a bit, steadying her as she took a deep, slow breath. But the warmth of the water eased the edge of it, helping her breathe through the sensation.

“You okay in there?” Genya’s voice called gently from just outside the door.

Katheryn smiled despite the contraction, comforted by his constant attention. “Hmm, yeah, I’m okay.’ she called back, ‘That last one was just a little strong, but the water’s helping. I’m glad you suggested this.”

“Good. Take your time. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

Katheryn closed her eyes, humming in acknowledgment as she let herself sink into the moment. The warm water, the steady rhythm of the droplets hitting the floor, and the knowledge that Genya was just outside all worked together to soothe her.

Even as the muscles in her belly started to roll and squeeze her once again; she remained calm as she continued to take deep, steady breaths. This small reprieve was exactly what she needed before the day ahead.

She stayed in the shower for a while longer, but soon she felt the need to get up and move, so she called for her husband, who helped her out of shower and turned off the shower.

After drying off, Katheryn slipped back into her soft nightgown, savoring the warmth and comfort of the fabric against her skin. Her body felt relaxed, and the lingering ache from her contractions was dulled for now.

“I think I’ll try to nap,” she said to Genya as she padded toward the bed. “Might as well rest while things are still calm.”

“Of course.” Genya said, his voice gentle. Helping her up on the bed, he adjusted the pillows for her, making sure she was as comfortable as possible as Katheryn settled in.

Head sinking into the plush pillow, she pulled the blankets up to her chest. The familiar scent of their bed and the quiet of the room lulled her into a state of peace.

As her breathing slowed, Genya pulled up a chair next to the bed, his watchful presence ever presents, but comforting to her as it made her feel safe. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense him nearby, always attuned to her needs.

Before she completely slipped into slumber, she felt the faintest press of Genya’s lips against her forehead. It was tender, fleeting, but enough to make her lips curl into a small smile.

“Thank you.” she murmured softly, her voice barely audible. “For what?” Genya whispered back. “For being you.” she replied, her voice fading as sleep claimed her.

Genya sat quietly, watching her peaceful expression, his hand resting on hers as she slept. Time seemed to stand still as they rested in this moment of peace before the chaos.

. . . . . . . .

Katheryn stirred from her nap as another contraction rolled through her, the intensity pulling her fully awake. She shifted slightly in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but the persistent squeeze was hard to ignore now, no longer pertaining to the lower part of her belly and now spreading past her navel as it grips her with a bit more strength.

She sat up slowly, rubbing her belly and breathing deeply to steady herself. “Genya.” she called softly. He was already at her side, his watchful eyes meeting hers. “I’m here.” he said.

“I think it’s time to text Mina again. Can you get me my phone?” she asked, Genya nodded, retrieving her phone from the nightstand and handing it to her.

She unlocked it with slightly trembling fingers and opened her messages, quickly typing a text to Mina: Hey Mina, the contractions are getting stronger now. I think it’s time.

It didn’t take long for Mina to reply: Got it! Do you want me to head over right away?

Katheryn took a deep breath, glancing up at Genya, who gave her a reassuring nod. She typed back: Yes, please. I think it’s time for some company.

Another message popped up a moment later: On my way! I’ll be there as fast as I can. You’re doing amazing, Katheryn. Hang tight!

Feeling comforted by this information, Katheryn set her phone down, exhaling a slow breath. “She’s on her way.” she said, looking at Genya.

He reached out to take her hand, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze. “Good. We’ll be ready when she gets here.” he said.

As they waited for Mina to arrive, Katheryn felt a restless energy settling over her, mingling with the discomfort of her contractions. “I think I need to move around a bit.’ she said, looking at Genya, ‘Let’s go to the living room. I want to try the yoga ball.”

“Alright my dear.” Genya replied, immediately offering his hand to help her up. He steadied her as she rose from the bed, his arm around her waist as they made their way through the cozy home.

The living room was dimly lit, despite it now being later in the afternoon, thanks to the curtains being drawn, with what little light filtering in through them casting soft shadows across the room.

The yoga ball sat in its spot near the couch, this item having been prepared in the anticipation of the day. But also, having been something Katheryn enjoyed previously to this moment, using it on those days when the weight of her belly had taken a toll on her back and hips.

Lowering herself onto the yoga ball with Genya’s assistance, Kathryne sighed as the soft, responsive surface took the weight off her pelvis. She began to rock her hips gently, moving them in slow, deliberate circles. The motion brought some relief, the subtle stretch easing the tension in her back and hips.

“How’s that feel?” Genya asked, crouching beside her so they were at eye level. “Better.’ she said, exhaling through her pursed lips, ‘It’s nice to have some movement and take some of the weight off my back.”

Genya nodded, staying close. When another contraction started, he placed a firm, reassuring hand on her lower back, pressing gently to counteract the pressure. His touch was steady and grounding.

Katheryn leaned forward slightly, bracing her forearms on the armrest of the couch. The gentle rhythm of her hips swaying forward and back, combined with the soothing pressure of Genya’s hand, helped to keep her calm amid the rising intensity of labor.

Between contractions, he handed her a bottle of water, reminding her to take small sips. “You’re doing great.” he said softly, his tone full of admiration.

She looked at him, her face glowing despite the strain, “It helps having you here.” she admitted, her voice warm and grateful.

As another contraction built, she closed her eyes, breathing through it with slow, measured breaths. The squeezing was starting to take on a new form, starting to move down, reaching into her pelvis, as it got tighter and tighter.

Squeezing her grip on the armrest of the coach, she was still aware of Genya’s presence as he kissed the back of her head and murmured encouragement into her hair.

When the contraction passed, she looked up at him “Wow, that one was intense.” she said trying to keep her voice light, though it was tinged with strain.

“You’re amazing, Kat.’ he said sincerely, ‘But let’s hope this baby doesn’t keep us waiting too much longer.”

“You kidding? I could do this forever.” she joked, tone obviously sarcastic. Genya chuckled at that, the sound lightening the atmosphere.

Shifting her movements, Katheryn rolled her hips in figure eights, experimenting to see what felt best. The ball’s gentle bounce complemented the motion, adding another layer of relief.

As the minutes stretched into an hour, the knock at the door was the only thing to break through the quiet hum of concentration, pulling her attention away for a moment as she looked to the door, “That’s probably Mina.”

“I’ll get it,” Genya said softly, brushing her shoulder lightly before heading to the door. She nodded; her hands braced on the edge of the couch as she continued her gentle, swaying motions on the yoga ball, her focus narrowed on her breathing and the soothing rhythm she’d found.

The sound of the door opening and Mina’s familiar, bubbly voice drifted into the room, her tone cheerful and energetic. “Good morning! How are my favorite parents-to-be?” Mina chirped as she stepped inside, her bag slung casually over one shoulder. She slipped off her boots near the door, before making her way to the Livingroom.

When Mina entered the living room, her face lit up at the sight of Katheryn. “There she is, the incredible mama-to-be!” she exclaimed. Katheryn managed a small, tired smile, her breathing steady but a little more labored than usual. “Hey, Mina,” she said, her voice warm but tinged with exhaustion.

Mina crossed the room, setting her bag down near the couch before crouching beside Katheryn. “You look amazing,” she said sincerely, her gaze flicking to Genya, who had returned to Katheryn’s side. “How’s everything going so far?”

“Tough.’ Katheryn admitted, letting out a soft sigh, ‘But I’m managing. The yoga ball is helping.”

Mina’s eyes brightened. “That’s great to hear. The ball is perfect for keeping things moving and easing pressure.” She glanced at Genya with a grin. “I hope you’re keeping her hydrated and comfortable.”

“I’m doing my best.” Genya replied.

“And how far apart are the contractions now?” Mina asked, turning her attention back to Katheryn. Katheryn leaned back slightly, her hands resting on her belly. “I think they’re about seven minutes apart now.”

Mina nodded approvingly. “That’s excellent progress. Means things are moving along steadily.” Katheryn exhaled slowly, feeling a little more reassured. She could see the excitement in Mina’s eyes, and her enthusiasm helped to ease some of the nervous energy building inside her.

“Do you want me to check your dilation?” Mina asked gently. Katheryn shook her head lightly, continuing her slow, circular motions on the ball. “Not yet.’ she said, ‘Maybe later, once things pick up a bit more.”

Mina nodded easily, “Of course. You let me know when you’re ready. For now, you’re doing everything perfectly.”

Genya returned to Katheryn’s side, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She leaned slightly into his touch, grateful for his calm presence.

Mina stood and moved to sit on the couch, giving the couple space but staying close enough to monitor Katheryn’s progress. “You’re both doing great,” she said, her tone encouraging. “This little one is lucky to have parents who are so prepared and connected.”

Katheryn chuckled softly between breaths, her focus shifting as another contraction began to build. She closed her eyes, rocking her hips slowly to ride through the wave, Genya’s hand rubbing her back in steady, comforting circles.

Now that Mina was settled in, she took a moment to observe Katheryn carefully. Noticing the subtle tension in her shoulders, and though she was taking deep breaths, she was only holding it in her chest, “You’re doing great, Katheryn.’ she said softly, ‘Since things are moving along, I have a few ideas to help ease the discomfort, like maybe a nice warm bath, or we can do some deep breathing exercises to help you stay relaxed.”

Katheryn considered the options, gently rocking her hips on the yoga ball. “Well, I already took a shower, so I don’t really feel like taking a bath... I’ll try the breathing exercises.” she said, rubbing slow circles over her belly.

“Perfect choice.” Mina encouraged, scooting closer on the couch and placing a hand on Katheryn’s knee in support. “Let’s start simple. Follow my lead, okay?”

Katheryn nodded, Mina took a deep, slow breath, demonstrating for Katheryn. “In through your nose.’ she instructed, inhaling deeply, ‘Let your belly expand... and now out through your mouth, slow and steady.” She exhaled with a soft, controlled sigh.

Katheryn closed her eyes and mimicked the rhythm, drawing in a slow breath, feeling the air fill her lungs and expand her belly. She exhaled carefully, Mina’s soothing voice guiding her through it.

“That’s it.” Mina said encouragingly. “Nice and steady. Picture each breath washing over you like a wave, carrying the tension away.”

Katheryn repeated the breathing pattern, her body gradually beginning to release some of the tightness in her shoulders and back. She felt Genya’s hand rub slow, rhythmic circles against her spine, grounding her even further.

“Good.’ Mina praised, ‘Deep breath in... and out... Now let’s try lengthening the exhale a little more.”

Katheryn followed suit, her exhale stretching longer, opening her eyes, she smiled weakly. “That actually helps a lot.” she admitted.

Genya pressed a kiss to her temple. “You’re incredible.” he murmured.

Mina grinned. “Told you it’d help.’ she said playfully, ‘Breathing like this helps to oxygenate your muscles and keeps your body from tensing up during contractions.” Katheryn nodded, feeling a renewed sense of calm. “Thanks, Mina. Let’s keep doing this for a bit.”

Mina smiled, “You’re running to show Kat, you just do what you feel is right.”

As Katheryn continued to focus on the deep, steady breathing that Mina guided her through, the contractions gradually became more intense. What started as a dull pressure that wrapped around her abdomen like a gentle wave. They grew stronger, more insistent, radiating from deep within and spreading outward in a slow, rolling ache.

She inhaled deeply through her nose, feeling the tension build as the muscles in her belly tightened into a firm, unyielding mound beneath her hands. Katheryn closed her eyes, exhaling carefully, letting the air slip through her lips in a controlled release.

As soon as that contraction released her, another crept up, starting low and deep, blooming into a gripping sensation that made her toes curl slightly against the floor. She rocked gently on the yoga ball, her hips swaying instinctively to ease the pressure. The ache wasn’t unbearable, not yet, but it kept demanding her attention.

Not to mention, she was still leaking, and Katheryn could still feel the fluid seep into the pad which made her feel slightly uncomfortable, as she rolled around on her ball. Making her nose wrinkle a little as she let out a small, low sound.

“That’s it.’ Mina encouraged softly, watching Katheryn closely, ‘That’s a good sound! Just breathe through it. Let the tension rise and fall, just like the tide.”

Katheryn nodded, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. She could feel the warmth of perspiration beginning to gather at the nape of her neck, and the tightening waves were growing closer together, leaving her with less time to rest in between. Still, she kept her focus, inhaling slowly, counting in her head, and exhaling in a steady rhythm.

When the next contraction came, it hit her with more force, gripping her lower back like a strong band. She let out a slow, trembling sound, leaning forward slightly into the armrest of the couch for support. Genya pressed a kiss to the top of her head, murmuring softly, “You’re doing so well, love. I’m right here.”

Katheryn clung to the warmth of his voice, feeling the contraction finally ebb away a minute later, leaving behind a dull ache and a sense of relief. She exhaled shakily and looked at Mina. “They’re getting stronger.” she said with a small, breathless laugh.

Mina smiled knowingly. “That’s a good sign You're doing such an excellent job mama, keep at it!” Katheryn gave her a shaky smile as she closed her eyes once again.

Katheryn couldn’t deny the reality that was setting in. This baby was coming, and with each tightening wave, she knew she was getting closer to meeting their little girl, to finally holding her in her arms. That information kept her going even as things got tougher.

Time seemed to slip further by as the contractions deepened, Kathryn felt a sharp, pulling ache that made it harder to focus on breathing through them. Each wave now demanding her full attention, as she barely could acknowledge the voices of the two people around her as they kept encouraging her.

Genya at one point said something to her, something about going to the bedroom to prepare, before walking away. Making Katheryn whine for a moment at the loss of his presence, but fortunately Mina took over in applying pressure to her lower back, which helped to relax her once again.

Eventually, she sought the comfort of their bedroom, where the soft space felt safe and familiar. “I think I want to move to the bedroom now.” she murmured, voice strained.

Without hesitation, Mina moved to help her to her feet. “Of course.” Mina said softly, her arm steadying her as she carefully rose from the yoga ball. Mina grabbed a few pillows from the couch, before leading her down the hall and towards her bedroom.

The bedroom was dimly lit with a few soft lamps and candles, the air filled with the calming scent of lavender from the diffuser. The bed was covered with a soft, waterproof sheet and cozy blankets, everything arranged perfectly for their plan.

Genya was putting the finishing touches on this when they entered and despite her discomfort, Katheryn gave him a sly smile, “So this is where you snuck off too.”

Genya smiled softly back as he came to her side and helped her ease onto the bed, propping pillows behind her back and under her knees to keep her comfortable, “I knew you’d want to come back here. So, I thought I'd get things prepared.”

“Thank you, you’re too sweet.” she murmured as both shared a tender kiss.

Leaning back down against the pillows, she looked to Mina, “I think... I think I’d like to be checked now,” she said, her voice slightly breathless.

Mina nodded reassuringly. “Okay, let’s see where we’re at,” she said, putting on a pair of gloves. She gently helped Kathryn butterfly her legs before carefully inserting her fingers into Katheryn’s folds. After a moment, Mina’s face lit up with excitement. “It feels like you’re just about to hit 9 centimeters, Kat! You’re so close now!”

Kathryn’s eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of relief and anticipation washing over her. “Really?” she gasped, glancing at Genya, who was already brushing a few damp strands of hair from her forehead.

“You’re doing so well.” Genya said, his voice full of pride and awe. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, squeezing her hand. “Not much longer now.”

Kathryn let out a shaky laugh, her eyes glistening with emotion. “I can’t believe we’re almost there.” Mina smiled warmly. “Your body’s working so beautifully, Kat. Just keep listening to it.” Nodding Kathryn closed her eyes, clutching Genya’s hand tightly as the next contraction hit, breathing through the intense pressure. So was so close to it now, she just needed to wait a little more.

. . . . . . . .

As time passed, the contractions had grown fiercer, rolling through her body with an intensity that left her breathless. The breaks between them felt shorter, giving her little time to rest, and she could feel the weight of exhaustion creeping in as the day began to fall into night outside.

Genya stayed by her side through it all, his presence grounding her as she clung to his hand through each wave. He whispered soft reassurances, his touch gentle and unwavering, wiping the dampness from her forehead with a cool cloth.

"You're doing so well, my Darling.’ he murmured, his voice steady and calm, ‘You're incredible." Kathryn let out a shaky breath, shifting uncomfortably in the bed. "I don't know how much longer I can do this." She muttered, her voice tinged with exhaustion and doubt.

Mina, kneeling beside her on the bed, gave her an encouraging smile. "I believe that you're in transition, Katheryn. This is the toughest part, but it means you're almost there. Your body is doing exactly what it needs to.’ She placed a comforting hand on Kathryn's knee, ‘You’re so strong, and you're not alone. Just take it one contraction at a time."

Kathryn nodded, tears stinging her eyes as another contraction hit like a tidal wave, gripping her body with relentless force. She let out a low, drawn-out moan, her body tensing involuntarily.

Genya immediately pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm and soothing. "Breathe, Katheryn. Just like before. I'm right here."

She squeezed his hand tightly, forcing herself to take a deep breath threw her belly, before exhaling slowly even as the pain pulsed through her. "I feel so much pressure." she moaned, shifting slightly as she felt more fluid escape from between her legs and an overwhelming heaviness settling low in her pelvis. "It’s... it’s so strong now."

Mina nodded knowingly. "That’s your baby moving down, getting ready. Just listen to your body, Katheryn. You're so close."

Kathryn clung to Genya’s hand, her body trembling with the effort of staying present. Despite the intensity, she felt a deep sense of trust, trust in her body, in Genya, and in Mina. She could do this. She had to.

Genya pressed a kiss to her damp forehead, his voice filled with love. "Soon, we'll be holding her.’ he whispered, ‘You're amazing, Katheryn."

As her latest contraction released her, Katheryn turned her weary, sweat-drenched face to Genya, her eyes filled with both exhaustion and determination. She grasped his hand tightly, her voice trembling but firm. "Genya... C-Can I ask you something?"

He stroked her hair gently, his dark eyes filled with concern and unwavering love, "You can ask me anything, my love." he said softly, his voice a steady anchor.

Katheryn took a shaky breath, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles despite the strain, "I want you to reveal yourself... As you truly are."

Genya's eyes widened in shock, his body tensing for a moment, ""What... What do you mean?" Katheryn squeezed his hand tighter, looking deep into his eyes. "I’ve had my suspicions for a while, but I know, Genya. I know what you are."

A flicker of something passed through his expression, fear, wonder, and then, slowly, acceptance. Genya’s lips parted as if to protest, but then he saw the unwavering trust in her gaze, and he knew he could no longer hide.

"You want our daughter to meet her real father...?" he murmured, more a statement than a question. Katheryn nodded, a deep warmth in her eyes despite the sweat beading on her brow. "Yes. No more secrets. Not from her."

A small, almost wistful smile touched his lips. "You're remarkable, Katheryn." Leaning in, he pressed a lingering kiss to her lips before pulling back. Then, with a slow exhale, he closed his eyes.

The change happened in an instant. His dark hair lightened to a pale, silken blonde, cascading down his shoulders. His already fair skin became stark white, luminescent in the soft candlelight. The sharp, regal features of his true form took shape, and when he opened his eyes again, they gleamed a striking golden hue, filled with centuries of wisdom and sorrow.

Mina, who had been quietly observing the exchange, gasped, her eyes wide with astonishment, she recognized the visage of the person before her, "The son of Dracula." she whispered, a mixture of awe and surprise in her voice.

Genya, no, Alucard, turned to her. His expression calm but tinged with a solemn kind of acceptance. "Yes.’ he confirmed simply, ‘But for Katheryn and our child, I am simply a husband and father."

Katheryn reached up to touch his face gently, smiling despite the pain she was enduring. But before any more words could be exchanged, a sharp, intense pressure seized Katheryn’s body. Her eyes widened, and she gasped, clutching Genya’s arm. "I... I feel like I need to push!"

Mina, snapping out of her stunned silence, quickly moved into action. "Then follow your body's lead, Katheryn.’ she instructed, her voice turning soothing yet firm, ‘You know what to do. Just listen to yourself."

Alucard, or rather, Genya shifted beside Katheryn, his face filled with reverence and unwavering support. He gently cradled her trembling hand and whispered, "I'm right here, love. You can do this."

Katheryn’s fingers trembled as they clutched Alucard’s hand, her knuckles white from the strain. Her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, and tears welled in her eyes as another contraction gripped her, sharp and relentless. She cried out, pressing her forehead against his chest, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

“I-I don’t know if I can do this.’ she whispered shakily, her voice breaking with emotion, ‘It’s-It’s too much!”

Alucard gently cupped her face, his golden eyes locking with hers, steady and unwavering, "You can do this, Katheryn.’ he said, voice filled with an unshakable conviction, ‘You're the strongest person I know. I believe in you."

He kissed her damp forehead, brushing a few strands of sweat-matted hair back from her face. "Just breathe with me, love."

Katheryn nodded weakly, her lip quivering as she tried to match his slow, calming breaths. Her body was shaking, the weight of their baby pressing low in her pelvis, a constant, unrelenting ache.

Mina, knelt between Katheryn’s legs, kept her voice soothing yet firm, "You're making great progress, Katheryn. Just remember to push with the contractions. Follow your body's cues."

Katheryn nodded again, but when she felt the beginnings of her next contraction, she whimpered, momentarily frozen by the pain and uncertainty. “I can’t-”

“Yes, you can.’ Alucard said firmly, squeezing her hand tighter, ‘I’m right here. Breathe, and when it comes again, push, my love. You’re doing beautifully.”

The contraction built quickly, a tidal wave of pressure swelling deep within her, making Katheryn let out a deep, guttural moan as she gave her first push, gripping Alucard’s hand like a lifeline. Already she could feel her baby shifting lower, making progress as she pushed.

Her husband whispered praises into her ear, his lips brushing against her temple. "That's it, my love... you're doing so well." Tears slipped down Katheryn’s cheeks, a mixture of effort and raw emotion. “It hurts so much.” she sobbed, feeling overwhelmed by the immense pressure.

"I know." Alucard murmured, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "But every push brings her closer. You can do this, Katheryn."

Katheryn’s entire body trembled with effort as she bore down once more. Only stopping when she started to feel a sharp, stretch that makes her gasp, "Genya." she whimpered, her eyes wide with strain and emotion."I'm here, my love," Alucard whispered, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead.

"Katheryn, she's crowning. You're almost there. Just one big push, sweetheart." Mina said, voice gentle but excited.

Katheryn gritted her teeth, resting her chin to her chest as she bears down once more, the pressure building, more and more, before suddenly there was a release as she felt her baby’s head slip free.

Alucard’s eyes lit up with awe, his grip on her hand unwavering as he kissed her head again. "I see her. You’re incredible!" he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Mina's eyes were also bright with excitement as she looked up at Katheryn. "Okay, Kat. One more push. You're so close!"

Tucking her chin to her chest, Katheryn pushed again, her body trembling with effort as she let out a loud grunt. Then, with a sudden, fluid motion, the baby slipped free and into Mina's waiting hands.

A beat passed, and both Katheryn and Alucard held their breath, before the room was filled with the raw, beautiful sound of a newborn's cry.

Katheryn collapsed back against the pillows, overwhelmed with exhaustion and relief, tears spilling from her eyes as she gasped for breath. Alucard's hand moved to her cheek, wiping away the tears with an awe-filled smile. "You did it, Katheryn.’ he whispered, ‘She's here."

Mina carefully placed their squirming, crying daughter onto Katheryn’s chest, the tiny, warm body trembling against her skin. Katheryn’s heart swelled, her arms instinctively wrapping around the baby.

Gazing down at their newborn daughter, Katheryn’s heart overflowed with love and awe. The baby's tiny chest rose and fell with each soft breath, her delicate features bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp.

A full head of brown hair crowned her little head, with a striking blonde streak running through it, a beautiful blend of them both. But it was her eyes, those brilliant, sunset-orange eyes, that captivated her the most.

As they fluttered open, gazing curiously at the new world around her, Katheryn felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes once more. "Hello, my love." she whispered shakily, stroking the damp dark curls on her daughter's head.

Alucard leaned over, pressing a tender kiss to Katheryn’s forehead, then to their daughter's. His voice was filled with reverence and emotion as he whispered, "Welcome, little one."

Katheryn let out a soft, breathless laugh, feeling the tiny heartbeat against her own. "She's perfect." she said, her eyes locking onto Alucard’s, filled with gratitude and love.

"And so are you," Alucard murmured as he sat beside her, his arms wrapped gently around them both. His golden hair falling around his face as he studied their daughter in quiet reverence, his pale hand cradling their daughter's delicate head.

“Lily." he murmured softly, as he traced a finger lightly over her tiny hand, which instinctively curled around him, "Our Lily Elizabeth Caldwell Tepes."

Katheryn smiled through her tears; it was they name they had come up together some months ago. But finally getting to use the name for their little one was an entirely different feeling, which made her heart swell with love, "Our Lily." she whispered, pressing a kiss to Lily's soft forehead. Alucard nodded, his lips brushing against Katheryn's temple. "A beautiful name for our beautiful girl."

Lily's cries had died down at this point as she snuggled closer to Katheryn’s warmth and let out a tiny, contented sigh. Alucard’s heart swelled with a love so profound it almost hurt. He stroked his daughter's soft cheek, marveling at how something so small could carry such immense significance. He wondered if his father ever felt this way about him when he was born.

In the quiet of the room, Mina watched the tender moment unfold with a warm smile before stepping back to give the new family their moment alone.

Slipping out into the hallway, she pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number of her boyfriend. "Soma," she said, her voice bubbling with excitement. "She's here! The baby’s finally here!"

On the other end, Soma chuckled, the warmth in his voice evident. "Really? That’s amazing, Mina. How’s Katheryn doing?"

"She’s doing fine, bonding with her baby. And Al- Genya, he's totally and completely smitten." She said with a smile. "Well, with parents like that, I wouldn’t expect anything less. I'll bet she’s already got them wrapped around her tiny fingers." Mina grinned, glancing back toward the bedroom door. "Oh, absolutely."

As the two chatted, Katheryn and Alucard remained in their private world, admiring every tiny detail of their daughter, her perfect little nose, the soft rise and fall of her chest, and the way her fingers occasionally twitches in sleep.

"She's gonna be our greatest adventure." Katheryn murmured, resting her head against Alucard's shoulder. Alucard pressed another kiss to her hair, his voice a whisper against her skin. "You’re my greatest adventure Katheryn darling... You’ve opened my world up in ways I never once dreamed of... I love you."

Katheryn’s eyes seemed to shine as she looked up at him, “I love you too.”

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