His body shakes hard as the contraction wrecks him. He is biting his lips hards, trying hard not to scream. He can feel one of the babies shifting, going lower and makes the preasure greater. More fluid comes out of him and his arms scrambles to hold on to something. He starts feeling it—the urge to push, but fights against it. He can barely hears what Donovan is saying as he fights against nature. Thankfully as the contraction subsides, the urge subsides too. He can’t speak, only able to enjoy the way Donovan is touching him. He is not sure if that’s helping, but it feels nice regardless.
“Thank…thank…you…haah,” he says, losing the ability to speak clearly, “Are you…are you okay? I can massage you too…”
“Thank…thank…you…haah,” he says, losing the ability to speak clearly, “Are you…are you okay? I can massage you too…”