The Mpreg Birthing Center

[Larkin]

Addison leaned up so He could put the face mask over his nose and mouth, and it was obvious he was hiding something. Even if he hadn't slept a wink the previous night, he shouldn't be struggling to hold up his own weight- even with a belly full of baby. He seemingly fragile form trembled when he held himself up, before laying back down. "I-I'll try." he whispered slowly. He never liked surgeries. After the doctor messed up on his ankle a few years ago, he never trusted anyone to cut him open and work around bone and flesh. "I... Dont think I'll get some sl-" his breath hitched at a contraction, "-eep... Things just... Go so fast." he let his eyes fall closed, but still conscious to speak with her. "I... I can't do a C-section, Margo. Not alone." he lightly squeezed her hand back, fingers trembling.