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Caesar tried to act strong and swallow the pained yelp when his hair was grasped and pulled, but a small gasp escaped either way and he felt like such a wimp when his husband had been heroically pushing out their big babies and enduring such excruciating pains. He took Victor and continued to lay him down when he tensed up and started pushing again. He couldn't juggle the mutiple tasks on hand, scrambling to pull over the pillows, he propper Victor up as best as he could before releasing him onto it.

"y-yea... You will be fine." Caesar kept up with an uneasy smile. The blood wasn't excesssive he guess, but with the shoulders still about to come and the next baby.... he could only hope Victor could take it. Vcitor was a remarkably strong man, all things considered. He had maintained strong pushes even after the traumatic treatment he received from the doula, and he was still going strong. The cause for the slow progress really was because of the sizes of the babies. Caesar held up Victor's leg, holding his feet up high so he could draw some strength from him. Sat up, Ceasr was also able to watch his progress. "Good, good job Victor. I'm so proud of you, working the baby!" he announced peaking over his bulging belly, watching the head twitch and turn, surging forward at the soldier's strong pushes and again, stuck at the shoulders.

Caesar watched on and reached over to move Victor's hand behind his thigh on the other side. "Victor, try pulling your leg up. It should work." he instructed wiping away the beads of sweat formed on his forehead. This was getting very tense.

(hey sorry, now i am back from a trip!!)