[Larkin]

"Mmf!" Addison took in a breath and bore down, his frail body tensing up with the might of his push. He fell back onto the bed, panting, still gripping Bishop's hand. His own was shaking. "I-I can f-feel it..." he whispered, breathing through the next contraction. The child inside of him wasn't visible, but with the way the muscles at his entrance were opened just a bit, it was clear that he was right. Addison was lucky to have only a calm labor and a fast birth, but was he ready? Burying his face in Bishop's shoulder, Addison pushed weakly at the peak of a contraction, beginning to cry quietly, "Bishop..."