08-22-2018, 05:02 AM
Max wasn't sensitive enough to notice his mate was holding his breath when he kissed him. overall, the selkie was a happy soul and he went along with their routines as much as he could. It wasn't until the ocntractions became a lot harsher on Irvin that it started to worry the selkie. Max stayed close to Irvin as far as possible. Whenever he was on the deck he was feeling alone and guilty of being unsupportive to Irvin. He would sneak down to the cabin to look at Irivn, and time and again he would be devastated seeing even in his sleep, Irvin wasn't getting any peace, still constantly struck by contractions.
He took Irivn everywhere. For the first few days he was just a helping hand to Irvin, but later, as the contractions wrecked the human further, he practically had to half-lift him up. There were times when he was woken up from his sleep by the whimpers of Irvin, who cried sometimes when he was asleep, possibly letting his guard down and let that moment of weakness consume him.
Max tried his hardest to keep Irvin hydrated and fed. He would lift him up gently from the bed, letting him maintain his curled up position and spoon fed him, urging him to tkae one more bite of everything. "Good boy. You are my strong mate." he said holding his belly, rubbing the bottom of it gently while he gave Irvin another spoonful of stew. He put down the spoon when Irvin shook his head telling him he would have no more food, then went on to snuggle with him.
He took Irvin on his lap and rubbed circles on either sides of his belly. Over teh days, Irvin's belly had dropped further. the pups had shifted, with at least one crashing into his pelvis making it much more difficult for him to walk. "Toilet break?" Max whispered, nudging his own face against Irvin's pale and sweaty one.
He took Irivn everywhere. For the first few days he was just a helping hand to Irvin, but later, as the contractions wrecked the human further, he practically had to half-lift him up. There were times when he was woken up from his sleep by the whimpers of Irvin, who cried sometimes when he was asleep, possibly letting his guard down and let that moment of weakness consume him.
Max tried his hardest to keep Irvin hydrated and fed. He would lift him up gently from the bed, letting him maintain his curled up position and spoon fed him, urging him to tkae one more bite of everything. "Good boy. You are my strong mate." he said holding his belly, rubbing the bottom of it gently while he gave Irvin another spoonful of stew. He put down the spoon when Irvin shook his head telling him he would have no more food, then went on to snuggle with him.
He took Irvin on his lap and rubbed circles on either sides of his belly. Over teh days, Irvin's belly had dropped further. the pups had shifted, with at least one crashing into his pelvis making it much more difficult for him to walk. "Toilet break?" Max whispered, nudging his own face against Irvin's pale and sweaty one.