random thing i thought of and wanted to write part 5
galactic wants to get help from an old friend who has experience with this, but things don't completely go as planned
Galactic let out a groan as the pain got worse, again. This was hell, he wanted it to end, already. It seemed the baby did, as well, as their kicking got a bit less scarce over the past hour and a half. Why did Diman have to live so far away? Why couldn't that scaly bastard just get here, already...? As much as Galactic thought these things, he knew they wouldn't help. He took a deep breath, and got up, hoping he could walk off some of the pain... Danse had gone downstairs, giving him some time alone, as per his own request. He needed to think.
He whimpered, nearly doubling over in agony, as his middle contracted, once again. These were getting really close together, now, and all he could do was close his eyes and let his hands curl into fists to try and get through the pain. He continued walking, just kind of pacing the room, hoping his pain could just stop. He knew that was wishful thinking, though, it was going to get a whole lot worse, before it would finally be over.
"Agh- fuck," he groaned, quietly. Was the pain getting even more frequent...? He debated getting Danse, not knowing if things were escalating, or not... but he didn't have to be unsure for very long, as his water broke. He gasped, struggling to keep himself balanced, acknowledging the sudden and strange thing that just happened. "Uh... s-shit... uhh," he muttered as he attempted to collect his thoughts and ignore the panic beginning to overwhelm his mind as he went back to bed.
He tried to get comfy, breathing shakily as his body prepared to deliver this baby. He had to hold out a bit longer, Diman wasn't here, yet... There was nobody here who could help him. He whimpered as the pain got worse, again, the contractions seeming harsher by the minute. He reclined in bed, pillows supporting his upper back and head as he anxiously rubbed his middle. His baby kicked slightly... It was nice to know the kid was okay, but the movement was really only making the pain worse...
"Calm down, little one," he muttered, "please, I must hold out a bit longer, there's nobody here who knows what to do, and I..." He trailed off as another contraction hit him, making him practically whine in pain and making his breathing faster. Once the contraction ended, he... realized he was getting the urge to push. Uh oh... That couldn't be good, right...? He could ignore it. He had to, he didn't want to do this alone, nor did he want to do this without someone who knew what to do...
Sadly, it seemed his body had other plans. The next contraction hit and he gasped in surprise and pain, stifling a cry as his baby began moving down. "No," he whimpered, "no, no, no, no- fuck...!!" His body was working against him, at this point. He tried to call out for help, but he was practically incoherent, the overwhelming panic making it sort of hard to even say anything. With every contraction, his baby moved down more... and soon enough, he couldn't ignore the urge to push if he wanted to...
Around 20 minutes later, Danse came up to check on his love, and got... nervous, hearing sobbing. "Galactic?" he said, knocking on the door, "Are you okay...?" ... No response... "Do you need anything?" The sobbing ceases, for a moment. "... Galactic...?" Danse is about to open the door, when Galactic suddenly lets out a short, pained cry. Extremely worried, now, Danse nearly accidentally breaks the door off its hinges, and is left completely and utterly shocked at the sight.
"Hh... hhey, Danse," Galactic weakly mutters, taking their wailing newborn into his arms and starting to wrap her in a blanket. "S-sorry, she... didn't want to wait any longer," he chuckled, as if he wasn't currently feeling as though he'd been cut into with a chainsaw. Danse carefully walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. A tiny, now peaceful being was in Galactic's arms. She'd seemed to have calmed down, being snuggled up to the warmth of one of her parents. She had Danse's hair - or, at least, the hair he'd had before he got his new body - and she had splotches of blue around her skin... probably from Galactic. And she... glowed, a little...
Danse laughed, a little. "I guess the glowing is just from being part spirit, huh," he said, only half-jokingly. "Well, it could be from... whatever I am," Galactic said. Even when he was in severe pain, he still had a slightly sassy tone of voice. Danse suddenly paused, before getting this horrified look. "Wait, holy shit, are you okay?! Do I need to get you to a hospital?!" he asked frantically. "Danse," Galactic began, catching his attention, "I'm okay. I... just need some rest. Alright...? It was... horifically painful, b-but... It's over, now. There were... surprisingly, no complications, i-in fact, I feel as though that... should've been much more difficult... I-I'm alright, now..."
Danse looked at him, for a long moment, and sighed. "Lord, alright," he said, "should I tell Diman nevermind, then?" "Yes, please... and take care of our daughter, for a bit... I need sleep..." Galactic muttered, practically all of his energy completely drained. Danse nodded, taking their daughter, and allowing Galactic to pass the fuck out. He went and called Diman and explained the situation. Diman understood, and explained that he didn't think he'd make it in time, anyway.
After that, Danse focused on taking his new daughter to the nursery he and Galactic had built. It had a space theme, and in their opinions, it turned out really well. He made sure she was fed, and then put her to bed, taking time, while she was asleep, to think of how he was going to introduce her to her brothers. As he gently rocked her to sleep, he sighed, a little. "I'm sure your brothers will love you, little Nebulae." Nebulae... that was a name he'd definitely have to pitch to Galactic.
[this marks the end of galactic's first pregnancy, and i suppose there's no real guarantee he'll have a second, but if this series with him continues to do well, i will probably make more of him soon. hell, maybe i could get danse a bit more involved. i enjoy writing these two a lot, so an excuse to do more stuff with them, at some point, isn't something i would argue with. hope yall enjoyed this one!]
[also idk how to draw babies so i hope that drawing doesnt look too bad dafdsafd]
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