[hyaciinthus]

Montparnasse winced, not wanting to seem weak or vulnerable but too distracted by the pain to do anything to help that regard. "Couldn't it have... waited until... until I was at least indoors?" he hissed, leaning heavily against Eponine and clutching his belly. It was firm, whereas before it had been somewhat pliant; he was clearly in labor. Fuck. "I don't know how to do this," he said, not sure if he was talking to himself or Eponine or nobody in particular. "I've never... I've never had to..." Another contraction rolled through him and he gasped sharply.