Birthday Roses - Part 4Tia let out a low keening groan as the current contraction rushed through her, gripping the sheets of the bed over which she leaned. A part of her longed to lay down on the soft mattress, but the very thought of moving from her spot seemed impossible. She could focus only on the pain, hoping that concentration would help her get through it…
Niso put his hands between Francis' legs, holding the baby's head now. "Keep pushing Francis." He urged him, looking into the murky water where the baby's head was. The water had gotten more pink from the birth fluids coming out."Push, Francis." He said, looking up at him now with a frown. "You're doing it." He said, reaching up and rubbing at Francis' contracting stomach, feeling the muscles stain under his touch.
Merlin eyed the angled seat of the birthing stool with misgivings. Yes, he knew that it was supposed to ease a woman’s confinement but he wasn’t really a woman. Still, the child would come in much the same way. He just wasn’t sure he had the strength to endure the contractions and keep himself upright as the stool was exactly that-a stool. It had no back, no support of any kind. He knew that usually a laboring mother would lay her legs along the flared wings of the seat and rock herself back and forth until the child came but usually a midwife was there to use her body to strengthen the straining mother. Who would help him? Gaius was amazingly vigorous for a man of his age but he wasn’t really sturdy enough to take Merlin’s weight for that long.
She struggled to stand. The chains worked against her, keeping her from reaching out. She could hear the cries of other women and sadly took comfort from it. At least she wasn't alone. One woman, her name was Tina, had been taken around the same time she had. She remember being with her, trapped in the kidnappers vehicle when it first happened. Why they had been kidnapped she didn't know. She assumed it was some kind of cult, being as she only saw men. Her thought were interrupted by another cry from her fellow captive. She could only guess that she had gone into labor. She tried to block out the screams, to remain in denial of her situation. She gazed with dewy eyes upon her trembling belly. She dread birth and she knew her time was coming. She had been having contractions for a few days now and this day wasn't any different.
Niso gripped the pregnant male's shoulders to keep him calm, nodding. "Your water just broke Francis, just breathe and push." He said soothingly, reaching down to rub at Francis' stomach. Wordlessly, Niso guided Francis, leaning him as far back as possible before his head was under water to give as much space needed for the baby to pass through. "You have to push on the contractions!" He stressed, looking down at Francis' swollen stomach and frowning worriedly. Francis whined and gripped Niso's hand tightly, terrified. He was there for both his labours and he'd seen what birth was like. "Nnnhh...N-No.." He shook his head weakly, "Make it stop!..Hurts!" His anus felt so full, stuffed painfully with pressure he couldn't release. Sweat poured from his brow. He thrashed in the waters, hands frantically clutching at the rims of the tub for support while he hoisted his torso out of the bath, and strained. "Ahh...ahh...H-help..!" Francis cried out, groaning as the baby's head engaged his rectum, shredding the muscular tissues.
It felt like he was watching a movie as he saw the doctor cleaning out his son’s mouth and nose. Jason beamed as their little boy, Jackson was almost certainly going to be his name, was nestled into his arms by a grinning nurse. Distantly, he wanted to hold him too but the mere seconds of relief following his exit had disappeared and the pain was back with a frightening intensity.