He didn't know the man that well, though he got a hint of more of his personality after the orders, in the back of his mind he knew he wouldn't be getting out of this without doing some things he never thought he would, having a baby was never in the plan. Not like this at least. His eyes met Philippe's and he grimaced slightly at the beginning of another pain, moving forwards slowly again and gripping the leather of the couch tightly, he grit his teeth as he grunted out in exertion, cock hard and twitching against the bottom of his stomach as the intense cramp gripped his entire body. He whined again, but this time as he was pushing, bearing down as hard as he could the thoughts of actually delivering a kid slipped from his mind, it was about self preservation now. A need to preserve himself, he wanted to get this over with, to feel normal again. A cry came from him, one he didn't realize that he had made as his eyes opened barely, feeling something between his legs, it was the head,"Fuck... Fuck... Oh my god..."He bit his lip and pressed his face into the couch cushion as the stretching burned so badly, he felt slight movement inside of him, one of the weirdest things he's ever felt, the baby was turning for the shoulders before finally something popped out of him then another pop before a full on rush then nothing...
BeWaRe ThE pRiMe NuMbErS
