The sudden squeak of rubber soled shoes on polished floors signaled that apparently sick, demented cow noises, was a good clear signal to trained medical staff that a baby was arriving imminently. Jared moved out of the way of the flurry of arriving staff, to the head of the bed where Jensen had managed to partly drape himself as he pushed and strained to deliver their baby girl.
Emerging Secret (Mpreg) Ch. 1 Alternate Ending 1 Jim placed his hand on his belly and his back against the shower wall. He balled his one hand into a fist as he pushed himself up from the ground, his knees buckling a bit as he wobbly stood up. With another swift waft of pain overcoming him he hunched forward, facing the floor. Jim bit his lower lip and as he waddled over to a cabinet, and grabbed a few towels.
Jack swung down hard with the axe splitting the piece of wood almost perfectly in two. He liked chopping wood, it helped him forget. Forget things like dropping out of his residency to help care for his elderly parents way up in the mountains. At least up here there was not a hospital or even a clinic around for miles to remind him of his abandon career of becoming a doctor. Now that his parents finally past on Jack was left with a stalled life and a mountain home that was not selling. As he placed another log on the chopping block he saw a snow flake fall on his hand, great he thought another storm! There goes my chances of getting into town today.
Amy found it harder and harder to keep her masculine side intact. Her voice had raised and she was now moaning in pain with every push. She breathed heavily as she continued. She wanted this to end. She was tired of letting Leshia be her midwife and allow her to see everything that was going on down there. She wanted to give birth alone, but Leshia was too worried and wouldn’t allow it.
The storm raged outside. The wind howled as it snuck in through the cracks in the wood, and whipped around the house. Thunder rippled through the air and lightning streaked across the sky. The rain beat against the window. He could hear water pouring out of the gutters. He held Jensen’s hand with both of his, knuckles close to his lips as he rocked slowly back and forth.
Sherlock's heart lept into his throat. This wasn't supposed to happen. John's due due was still three weeks away and he had already from day one made perfectly clear that he didn't want to be anywhere near when 'it' decided to make its appearance. "I...I'll drive you to St. Bart's..." he stammered, unsuccessfully hiding the trace of fear in his voice.
Mpreg Baby on BattlefieldBANG! It was the battlefield. The fight began and was still going for almost 2 hours. Bullets were fling across the grass running through people. One of the guys in the back was pregnant. His name was Evan. He was passed his due date but was forced to serve in the war. His side didn't have many fighters if he were to be excused. They needed to win this battle. Evan was behind a rock trying to catch his breath. Blood streamed down his face from attacks and bruises took over his body. They were supplied body masks but Evan wasn't able to wear it since no matter how he tried it didn't fit. He was worried something might happen to his baby or him during the battle. He panted from running too much since he ran out of energy quickly. His enormous belly made it hard for him to dodge bullets. He was bumped and shoved a couple of times. Evan ran out from behind the rock and held up his gun and shot many bullets towards the enemies. He ran into a tall man and fell to the ground. He held his stom
I’m in transition for almost an hour, the contractions hard and constant. At one point they put me on oxygen because I’m hyperventilating from not remembering to breathe between screams. Then I start to feel the intense pressure of needing to push, which I do for almost forty minutes before the searing pain of my first baby’s head stretching my formerly tight hole hits me. It’s a looooong crowning, followed by stubborn shoulders that spread me so wide I could swear my pelvis is breaking.