04-24-2021, 12:42 AM
No husband, then, Jason assumes. So, they are the same, which Jason doesn’t feel good about. If only they are in a better setting, Jason would love to know Donovan’s story. Though Donovan probably wouldn’t be impressed by Jason’s story—he just slept around a lot and finally was careless enough to get impregnated. He wasn’t even sure who was the father since he hooked up with a lot of random people. Perhaps all of this is a punishment for being a sex-crazed mania.
He flinches when he heard a crash. He hopes that his midwife is safe—she is a good person. He burrows his forehead hearing Donovan’s confession, but panics when Donovan suddenly screams, making him scrumbles to close his mouth, pressing their bodies against each other more. He frowned again when he felt something wet under them.
“Fuck,” Jason silently curses, sure that Donovan just broke his water, “What do you mean—AH FUUCK!”
It’s his turn to muffle his scream as his stomach lurched, massive movement can be felt under his skin and there is great pressure against his pelvis. He can’t help but scream, never feeling his stomach as pained as this. Thankfully—or not—there were loud gunshots outside that might cover his scream. He doesn’t know how long the contraction lasts, but by the end of it fluid rushes out of his canal, adding to the pool underneath them.
“This is not good…fuck, do you feel like pushing?” Jason says, panting, trying to gauge which one of them in a more urgent situation.
He flinches when he heard a crash. He hopes that his midwife is safe—she is a good person. He burrows his forehead hearing Donovan’s confession, but panics when Donovan suddenly screams, making him scrumbles to close his mouth, pressing their bodies against each other more. He frowned again when he felt something wet under them.
“Fuck,” Jason silently curses, sure that Donovan just broke his water, “What do you mean—AH FUUCK!”
It’s his turn to muffle his scream as his stomach lurched, massive movement can be felt under his skin and there is great pressure against his pelvis. He can’t help but scream, never feeling his stomach as pained as this. Thankfully—or not—there were loud gunshots outside that might cover his scream. He doesn’t know how long the contraction lasts, but by the end of it fluid rushes out of his canal, adding to the pool underneath them.
“This is not good…fuck, do you feel like pushing?” Jason says, panting, trying to gauge which one of them in a more urgent situation.