05-06-2017, 06:33 PM
Mitsuo was often told he acted like a cat, and he didn't mind. Sometimes he played it up a bit. He loved cats.
Mitsuo groaned through the contraction, hands moving to the exposed part of his belly, rubbing the tight flesh. He was focusing on his own body, paying attention to where the pain came from...the subtle feeling of the other babies still moving. And the feeling of the first baby's head pressed firmly against his abused cervix. The medicine was helping to relieve the swelling, allowing it to open up more.
He took a slow breath as the contraction ended, panting softly and looking to Gil. "Can you check me?" He asked, brows raised.
Mitsuo groaned through the contraction, hands moving to the exposed part of his belly, rubbing the tight flesh. He was focusing on his own body, paying attention to where the pain came from...the subtle feeling of the other babies still moving. And the feeling of the first baby's head pressed firmly against his abused cervix. The medicine was helping to relieve the swelling, allowing it to open up more.
He took a slow breath as the contraction ended, panting softly and looking to Gil. "Can you check me?" He asked, brows raised.