[Lovebite]

James Jr was kneeling before the rickety old couch in their tiny living room and resting on his heels as he rocked himself forwards and back again. The toddler played in his playpen as his birth father struggled to keep his mind together on the verge of giving birth for the second time in his short life. He heard the knock and panted as he looked up slightly,"It's open."He said curtly and dropped his face back into his hands, he could smell his father, but the discomfort was too much to bear now. "I thought you weren't coming."He whimpered softly as he bit his lip and groaned, a hand running down to cradle his belly and rub it slowly, his mate had left to hang out with his friends. He didn't stop him, he wanted to do this with as little assistance as possible, but his father was here for support. He truly didn't think he could do this completely alone at all.