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Kent nodded, and as a new contraction started, took his lover's hand. He focused hard, using all the tools he'd learned over the last few month to give a good strong push. He grunted and groaned and squeezed Sam's hand hard and when it was through he fell back against the sheets. Over and over. Time and again. And after every contraction, Kent's fear and worry heightened. After an hour of pushing, with no progress, and no change, Kent couldn't help the tears that dripped down his cheeks and mixed with the sweat.
"What am I doing wrong...?" He whined as his belly contorted once more. "I can't....I can't....NUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"