[SilentFeather]

(I hope that I am not doing too much. I get carried away and lost into our roleplay. I hope I am doing alright?)

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Aki breathed deeply to calm his racing heart, laying and staying upon one of his sides on the bed. He sighed with relief as he saw Nick reenter the room with an armful of what was many bottles and many other items. He kept his focus only on Nick's low and soothing voice speaking to him. His eyelids blinked away many upon many warm, salty tears of frustration and pain and had felt embarrassed by them. He still felt blessed to have carried new life in his womb for the second time with the only remaining twin.

"Ow .. it hurts. Why is the second twin so larger than the first one?" He whimpered faintly, pathetically to noone like he had done so many times before, wanting to vomit but kept himself focused only on keeping it down. The pain was responsible for making him feel ill. He wanted to work his way through the seemingly endless fields of pains and winced when one of his legs were lifted and bent as if he was squatting down for a while with the other leg laying on the bed. He wanted to cry but he stayed strong through unbearable agony.

He gasped as his opening was being examined by one of Nick's gentle but firm finger, closing his eyes tightly as he clenched his teeth together. He did not complain or shove Nick's hand away. He was like a warrior, a soldier trekking through the wasteland of fear and uncertainty with Nick protecting him through the process. He wanted to be able to relax and not feel ill, sore or most of all .. dizzy. He felt all three burdens but he did not consider his  and Nick's child a burden or a nuisance.

He wanted to get up but it would be dangerous if he was standing as the child would probably hit the ground. He stayed laying upon his right side, pushing like that.

"Thank you, the oil is helping things go along more smoother." He spoke softly, not having much strength to be able to speak louder. He only pushed when his body screamed at him, bowing his head as if he were presenting himself to a King and put all of his strength into getting at least the head of the second child to emerge so the child could breathe.