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Calder passed up on the ice chips. Brainfreeze and labour would be even worse. "I-I can take i- ugh," he groaned loudly, bearing down with all his strength as another contraction washed over him, pushing the egg out more, his hole on fire and tingling from the stretch of the egg. "Ah-agh, oh god," he groaned. This contraction was so painful, the mix of the stretch of the egg and the feeling of his muscles shifting out of his control. He could feel the next egg falling into place in his pelvis, waiting in a seemingly orderly queue with such calm, compared to the hell Calder was going through. "I-I think I can get it out on the next contraction," he panted after the contraction passed, feeling the egg half out of his hole. He reached back, touching the smooth, slippery surface with the tips of his fingers, as if assuring himself it was real, he was doing this, in the next few minutes he would have his first child waiting to hatch.