12-02-2021, 05:17 PM
Carsen did not share his husband's composure. After all, he was primarily responsible for delivering the baby into the world. And it was a damn difficult and serious task. With trembling breath he listened to his words. He didn't see the idea, but they had no other choice. He hoped that at least he wouldn't be embarrassed to look at his ass when he started pushing.
"What if I push too hard? Are you going to give me a hint?" he asked as he put on his sexy nightgown over his oversized knitted jersey. It didn't cover much of his body though. His firm thighs were perfectly visible
. Heavyweight looked at the clean sheets beneath him, then sighed. His water didn't even break. It's going to take a long time. He muttered something unintelligible under his breath impatient as ever. He lay on his side, covering himself up to his neck with the bedclothes. He stroked his stomach, breathing through his nose. He looked at Fabian with gentle fear.
"You shouldn't be involved in this process... I should do it myself," he said, recalling his mother's lectures on childbirth. The husband, for the most part, did not participate. He was to wait obediently in the corridor until the doctor came out and announced who had come into the world, a boy or a girl. There may have been a doctor, midwife, and servants at the birth. The birth family should wait for news in the living room. It was like a tradition, even more so in such a family. Carsen was taught to respect tradition which is why he was against the presence of his spouse at the birth of their child. But he also felt fear. He was doomed to himself. With no doctor or service that could equally help him.
The Duchess was so troubled by all this that she gazed into space thoughtfully. The baby's movements were no longer as active as they were a few days ago. He hoped it was normal.
"Do we have medical books? I'd like to read... I want to make sure that everything is okay"
"What if I push too hard? Are you going to give me a hint?" he asked as he put on his sexy nightgown over his oversized knitted jersey. It didn't cover much of his body though. His firm thighs were perfectly visible
. Heavyweight looked at the clean sheets beneath him, then sighed. His water didn't even break. It's going to take a long time. He muttered something unintelligible under his breath impatient as ever. He lay on his side, covering himself up to his neck with the bedclothes. He stroked his stomach, breathing through his nose. He looked at Fabian with gentle fear.
"You shouldn't be involved in this process... I should do it myself," he said, recalling his mother's lectures on childbirth. The husband, for the most part, did not participate. He was to wait obediently in the corridor until the doctor came out and announced who had come into the world, a boy or a girl. There may have been a doctor, midwife, and servants at the birth. The birth family should wait for news in the living room. It was like a tradition, even more so in such a family. Carsen was taught to respect tradition which is why he was against the presence of his spouse at the birth of their child. But he also felt fear. He was doomed to himself. With no doctor or service that could equally help him.
The Duchess was so troubled by all this that she gazed into space thoughtfully. The baby's movements were no longer as active as they were a few days ago. He hoped it was normal.
"Do we have medical books? I'd like to read... I want to make sure that everything is okay"