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This marathon of labor had gone on a few days, but the selkie had no way of telling if they were closer to the midpoint or the end point. It was said that when the time really came the carrier would have the urge to push, but so far it had been more pain than anything.

The selkie noted the deterioration of Irvin's condition. He nudged close when he lowered him onto the bowl and took a small step back letting Irvin finish his business - only to find him shruggling through another horrible round of pain. Visibly the belly was squeezing into itself in a deathly grip. Even Irvin's thighs were trembling from the pain and Max was feeling exceedignly sorry for him. His mate was shruggling so bad because of their babies... and now he started disliking the fact that he had gotten Irvin pregnant in the first place.

Max wrapped Irvin up in his arms and he was finding his visual blurring with the tears building. "I'm so sorry Irvin..." he muttered in his broken voice, desperately trying to make the human feel better but his hands were tied.

The contractions peaked judging by the whimper of Irivn, leaving the human panting. Max sincerely hope this would be the turning point where Irvin's body was becoming ready, and his inner cavity could finally prepare for the dilation and pushing of the babies.