[SilentFeather]

The young man whimpered, sighing with relief as he got to relax and halt the pace of pushing but only for a time. He wanted more than anything to not have a difficult birthing. He rubbed his sore belly with a wince, feeling the hardness of the shells of the eggs against his palm as they were large eggs ever in the entire world. "Thank you .. I don't think I can stretch alone."

He looked to the side with a nervous swallow upon seeing each of the tools that were meant for birthing. "I would like to be on my back, laying on the bed is much more easier on it." He said. He wanted to stand up for a short amount of time, wanting to get back in bed only when the time of birthing was near. "Doctor, can I stretch my legs? I need to walk around for a bit."

He knew he was naked but he had still wanted to walk, gently relaxing for a time. Letting the doctor help him he expressed a weary but warm, generous smile. He still rubbed his belly from time to time, doing so when he was nervous. He wanted to be able to have freedom to move around because he was worried about his body and how painful it would be when birthing.