05-14-2017, 07:36 AM
Mitsuo was struggling against his own body. The urge to push was such a primal instinct, so deeply imbeded in his very DNA. But he was managing with just a grunt and tensing with each contraction. Tightening his arms instead of focusing that tension down into his pelvis.
He leaned against Gil, only half hearing him as he spoke. But he did notice the quiet pause, whining softly. He was caught off guard by Gil's admission, shifting to look at him, completely forgetting about his body and just listening to bim. He could feel his eyes welling up with tears, but he couldn't seem to speak. All he could do was hug the man tight and press his face against his sboulder. He accepted, he simply couldn't put it into words right now. He knew Gil would be an amazing father and husband, and that certainly gave him the strength he needed.
He leaned against Gil, only half hearing him as he spoke. But he did notice the quiet pause, whining softly. He was caught off guard by Gil's admission, shifting to look at him, completely forgetting about his body and just listening to bim. He could feel his eyes welling up with tears, but he couldn't seem to speak. All he could do was hug the man tight and press his face against his sboulder. He accepted, he simply couldn't put it into words right now. He knew Gil would be an amazing father and husband, and that certainly gave him the strength he needed.