(Right when the second child is born. Angelo will say "She looks just like you." or something else)
Angelo took a deep breath, flinching as his arms carefully wrapped around his stomach. "Uff.. Ow.. ahh- ow ow... Not yet." He could manage for now, feeling like this could be worse. Labor could take hours so there was no need to rush. He reached out his arms to Sam, wanting to be held as he was already tired. His pouty mouth and watery eyes kind of resembled a puppy look, casting some kind of control magic on the other. (not literally) Once Sam was in his reach, Angelo began to snuggle up against the other, relaxing a bit more. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep through the pain, before the next contraction would come, ignoring the wet pants and the uncomfortable feeling of his baby's head slowly dropping down his birth canal. He had save up as much energy he could, before he actually birthed those twins into the world.
He managed to concentrate on resting for 5 to 10 minutes, every now and then moaning uncomfortably, right before another contraction came that woke the male up. It wasn't that painful at first and started to build up intenseness slowly. Angelo did some breathing exercises, clutching Sam's shirt. "I'm okay.." He reassured, his breathing hitching once again as his pattern failed. Seconds later the contraction intensified, hitting hard like a train. "AhH! Hhng..! S-Sam!!" He called out in a shaky voice, grabbing his hand and squeezing it once again, but HARD, his nails digging in his skin while he was too focused on doubling over. "SAM, BRING ME TO THE BED!" He coughed out, starting to feel another kind of pressure. He felt like he needed to push the pressure out. His expression began to crunch up hurt as he threw his head back aggressively, not being able to hold in his groans. He whimpered louder than before as he shook Sam to get him to the bedroom immediately.
Angelo took a deep breath, flinching as his arms carefully wrapped around his stomach. "Uff.. Ow.. ahh- ow ow... Not yet." He could manage for now, feeling like this could be worse. Labor could take hours so there was no need to rush. He reached out his arms to Sam, wanting to be held as he was already tired. His pouty mouth and watery eyes kind of resembled a puppy look, casting some kind of control magic on the other. (not literally) Once Sam was in his reach, Angelo began to snuggle up against the other, relaxing a bit more. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep through the pain, before the next contraction would come, ignoring the wet pants and the uncomfortable feeling of his baby's head slowly dropping down his birth canal. He had save up as much energy he could, before he actually birthed those twins into the world.
He managed to concentrate on resting for 5 to 10 minutes, every now and then moaning uncomfortably, right before another contraction came that woke the male up. It wasn't that painful at first and started to build up intenseness slowly. Angelo did some breathing exercises, clutching Sam's shirt. "I'm okay.." He reassured, his breathing hitching once again as his pattern failed. Seconds later the contraction intensified, hitting hard like a train. "AhH! Hhng..! S-Sam!!" He called out in a shaky voice, grabbing his hand and squeezing it once again, but HARD, his nails digging in his skin while he was too focused on doubling over. "SAM, BRING ME TO THE BED!" He coughed out, starting to feel another kind of pressure. He felt like he needed to push the pressure out. His expression began to crunch up hurt as he threw his head back aggressively, not being able to hold in his groans. He whimpered louder than before as he shook Sam to get him to the bedroom immediately.