[Lovebite]

Morrison moaned softly and he squirmed in his own skin as he leaned over and buried his face into the pillow, one of his hands pressing his palm into the firm flesh of his belly. While the other gripped the cardboard tightly, he squeezed his eyes shut and his hips never stopped moving, there was a pressure there that wasn't stopping or letting up but he didn't need to push yet. His body was still preparing itself and that was obvious even if Morrison was in so much pain already it would only get worse.

The tone of voice Jamie took up with him had the effect it should have, he breathed a bit steadier but he was still so angry and in pain that was only growing by the minute. Morrison panted against his arm, clutching his belly tightly and shaking his head again but he didn't repeat himself, instead he asked,"Why did you do this to me... Why'd you fuck me... I never wanted this... I... I..." He took in a weak breath and sobbed softly, burying his face into his arm again as he shook his head, moaning and crying,"Fuck you... Fuck you, oh my god..." He whined and his face twisted up, turning a bright red color as is held his breath through the pain, groaning.

Morrison buried his face into a pillow once again and whined, rolling his hips and rocking slowly back and forth, a dull ache in his back and lower stomach that wasn't going away. He hadn't even realize what Jamie had said, he had revealed that he was carrying twins and it would be an even more precarious birth. He was still crying as he was surrounded by fabric and clothes, but at least he was curling up on the bed instead, eyes twisted shot and hands gripping his thigh belly.