[Larkin]

Addison gave a weak gasp as he pushed with whatever strength he could muster, a tiny face now protruding from his backside. "Bishop." he whispered, looking up to him with teary gray eyes, "Please. Please help me..." his voice, as well as his body, were trembling. He gave feverent gasps when he felt his child move inside him, but the pain was foreign. Everything seemed so far away. He could hardly remember to keep pushing. Yes, that's right, keep pushing. Bishop had told him to push. Addison couldn't tell if he was or not, but he tried. A sharp pain brought him back to consciousness as he felt wetness trickle down from his entrance. He had torn. Heaving breaths, slower, but stronger than before, he could tell that he had been pushing. His entrance was much wider than it was when he was crowning, though it only felt the same, with the new amount of flsh that could spread. Addison had managed to get one shoulder out, and now lay in an exhausted, wheezing, sweaty mess. "Bishop... Help..."