stretched open

#mpreg

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In the gentle lull of the palace at night there was seldom usually any noise besides the faint steps of the guards patrolling the corridors or the faint moans and whimpers of the royals behind closed doors as they were bred by their spouses, a duty rather than a pleasure their partners sought at night.

Tonight however as the guards patrolled through the halls, faint primal groans and screams could be heard through the doors, a sound the guards knew to ignore as it had been announced that the young prince Lukas had gone into labour at long last.

The patrolling guards gave a nod to the stationary guards who stood outside the prince’s door. Stoic as they heard the young prince scream and whimper, knowing the young royal was merely doing his duty. They had stood guard here many a time previously, hearing the sound of the prince’s delicate moans as his lord husband, a brutish warrior had pounded into him roughly.

They knew, the prince’s moans either pained or full of pleasure, was always a matter of duty.

***

Inside the room, there was a bustle of activity as doctors and attendants surrounded the bed, all eyes on the prince in the centre of the room. Prince Lukas lay at the very centre of the room, his naked form trembling violently in pain as he groaned through each contraction. His legs held open and spread wide by 2 attendants, his wrists pined above his head and tied to the headboard to avoid inconveniencing the doctors work who was kneeled between the prince’s legs, hands gently cupping at the prince’s bulging hole.

“I-I can’t do this… I can’t aaahhh it’s coming, it’s coming please!” The prince’s pleas devolved into screams as he pushed.

“ARGHHHH NOOOO PLEASE!!!” the prince let out a mighty scream as he pushed, his frame shuddering in effort.

The doctor gently hummed once the contraction had passed, observing as the prince gasped and sobbed on the bed, his spread thighs which were being restrained by his attendant’s hands, trembling in effort.

“Very good my prince, you’re crowning now a few more pushes and the babe will be here soon.” The doctor encouraged as the prince let out a dazed and pained noise of assent, head collapsing back on the bed as he awaited the next contraction.

Despite it soothing the prince, the doctor gave a subtle glance at the attendants as they eyed at the prince’s hole, bulging and red as the baby’s head forcefully kept it spread open. The doctors hand gently pressing at the prince’s perineum to staunch any inevitable tears.

Despite his status prince Lukas was delicate of frame and somewhat meek, the doctor worried the prince’s body wouldn’t be able to cope once the shoulders passed. But alas there was little they could do.

The next contraction came suddenly, the prince’s frame scrunching in pain as he let out a primal scream as he pushed.

“ARGHHH GOD IT’S BURNING!!” The doctor ignored the prince’s cries as he encouraged the prince to push.

“Keep pushing my prince, don’t stop.”

“PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE ARGHHHH!!”

the prince’s body convulsed as the shoulders began to pass, the attendants suddenly pulling the prince’s legs back even wider.

There was so much happening at once, then nothing…

The prince collapsed back on the bed dazed, the faint sound of a baby’s cries filled the air.

“Congratulations my prince a healthy baby boy, large too over 10lbs, your husband will no doubt be pleased.” The doctor praised as the baby was gently placed on the prince’s chest who sobbed in exhaustion and pride.

He had done his duty.

***

It was around half an hour later that the prince’s husband strode in, a handsome boyish grin on his rugged face as he stared at the baby who slept on the prince’s chest.

“A son, you’ve given me a son.” The prince’s lord husband gently praised, hand gently soothing the prince’s short untamed curls as he stared down at the baby.

“T-thank you my lord.” Prince Lukas said softly. Voice weak and thready from his earlier pained screaming.

His husband, who was known for his brutish and domineering nature gave an uncharacteristic kiss to his husband, soft and affectionate.

“You did very well my darling boy, I have no doubt you will birth me a hoard of sons and daughters soon enough hmm?”

The prince nodded, obedient and loyal as was expected.

“Good boy.”

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Tyler had been in labor for almost fourteen hours.

It started in the middle of the night in their unfinished apartment — the one they’d been slowly renovating for the past year. The walls were still bare concrete in places, the floor half-covered with old blankets and plastic sheets. The only light came from a single standing lamp and the string of warm bulbs they’d hung across the ceiling months ago.

At first the contractions were manageable. Tyler walked around the room, leaning against the wall when they hit, breathing through them while Marcus stayed close, one hand always resting on the small of his back or on his heavy belly. Every few hours Marcus would check him — two, then three, then four fingers sliding into his hole, feeling how much he had opened.

By morning Tyler was exhausted. The contractions were coming every three minutes and lasting almost a minute each. He was on all fours on the mattress they’d dragged into the middle of the room, forehead pressed to the floor, moaning low and guttural every time his body clamped down. Marcus knelt behind him, one hand between his legs, fingers buried deep inside him, feeling the baby’s head pressing lower with every contraction.

“Nine centimeters,” Marcus said quietly after one particularly long contraction. “You’re getting there.”

Tyler could only nod, too tired to speak.

By early afternoon he couldn’t stay on the mattress anymore. The pressure was too low, too heavy. Marcus helped him up and guided him to the old wooden stool they’d been using as a makeshift seat. Tyler sat on the very edge of it, legs spread wide, feet planted on the floor. His hole hung just past the edge of the wood, completely exposed. Marcus knelt in front of him on the plastic sheet they’d laid down, between his spread thighs.

The next contraction hit hard.

Marcus reached up and gently pressed two fingers against the opening, feeling how the head was sitting just behind the ring of muscle. He didn’t push it back in. He just held it there, letting Tyler feel the pressure.

Tyler grabbed the edges of the stool and bore down with a long, broken groan. Marcus watched closely as the head pressed down into his rectum, bulging the skin outward. For a few seconds the dark hair was visible — just a small patch — before the contraction eased and the head slipped back inside.

Marcus had two fingers inside him alongside the head, gently stretching the ring of muscle.

“Fuck— Marcus, it hurts—” Tyler gasped, voice hoarse. His hands were gripping the edges of the stool so hard his knuckles were white. “It’s too big— I can’t—”

“You can,” Marcus answered calmly, not pulling his fingers out. “Breathe through it. Don’t fight the stretch.”

Another contraction hit. Tyler threw his head back and screamed. The head pushed forward again, stretching him wider. Marcus could see the forehead now. He pressed his fingers more firmly against the sides, helping the tissue open.

Tyler was shaking violently. His cock was still hard, standing up against the underside of his huge, tight belly, leaking onto the floor. But the pain was overwhelming everything else.

“I can’t push anymore,” he choked out between sobs. “It’s burning— Marcus, please—”

“I know it burns,” Marcus said, voice low and steady. He kept his fingers where they were, slowly working them around the head. “That’s your body opening. Let it happen.”

Tyler tried to lift himself off the stool, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate. The pain in his pelvis and lower back was too much. He stayed exactly where he was — sitting on the very edge, hole hanging off the wood, completely exposed.

Marcus looked up at him.

“Don’t move. Stay right there.”

Tyler’s head dropped forward. Sweat dripped from his chin onto his belly. Every time he tried to shift or lift himself even a little, the pain in his back and pelvis made him cry out. He was stuck on the edge of that stool, hole stretched around his son’s head, unable to do anything but sit there and take it.

Marcus stayed patient. He kept working his fingers slowly around the head, easing the tissue, letting it stretch a little more with every contraction. Sometimes the head would slip forward another centimeter. Sometimes it would stay exactly where it was. Tyler’s moans had turned into low, continuous whimpers. His erection never went down.

It stayed like that for almost half an hour.

The head was visible the entire time — dark hair, wrinkled forehead, the top of the ears. Tyler’s hole was stretched so wide it looked obscene, the skin around it shiny and thin. Marcus kept talking to him in a low voice, telling him how good he was doing, how beautiful he looked like this, how close they were. Every now and then he would lean in and press a kiss to the inside of Tyler’s trembling thigh.

Marcus could feel how dangerously thin the skin had become around the head. Every time Tyler bore down, the ring stretched even further, turning almost white at the edges. He kept his fingers hooked inside alongside the head, gently but firmly holding the tissue in place.

“Easy,” he murmured against Tyler’s thigh. “If it starts to tear, I’m stopping it. I’ll hold the head with my hand if I have to. I’m not letting you rip just because it hurts.”

Tyler let out a broken, desperate whine, barely more than a breath.

“Please…” he whispered, voice shaking. “Just pull it out. I don’t care if it tears. I can’t take it like this anymore… please, Marcus, just get it out of me.”

Marcus gently pulled his fingers back for a second, then pushed them in again, alongside the head, forcing the ring to open a little more. Tyler screamed.

“Stop— please, I can’t take it—”

“You can,” Marcus said again, firmer this time. “I’m not letting you tear. Breathe.”

The next contraction came hard. Tyler pushed without meaning to, body taking over. The head slid forward another centimeter. Marcus could now see the baby’s eyes and the bridge of its nose.

“That’s it,” he said, voice low and steady. “Let it come.”

Tyler suddenly threw his head back and let out a raw, broken howl — a sound that tore straight from his chest. His whole body locked up as the head pushed further, stretching him brutally wide. For a moment it looked like it was finally going to come out completely… but then the contraction peaked and started to fade.

The head stopped.

It stayed there, wedged tightly in his hole — eyes and nose visible, forehead bulging obscenely, but the widest part still caught behind the ring of muscle. Tyler’s stretched skin was pulled so thin it looked like it might split at any second. He was shaking violently, panting through gritted teeth, tears streaming down his face.

“F-fuck— it’s stuck— Marcus—!” he sobbed, voice cracking. “It’s not moving— oh god, it hurts, it hurts so fucking much—”

Marcus kept his hand steady, fingers still hooked inside alongside the head, gently but firmly holding the pressure.

“Breathe,” he ordered, calm but sharp. “Don’t push right now. It’s wedged. If you keep forcing it like that you’re gonna tear.”

Tyler whined high in his throat, almost animalistic. His hands were white-knuckled on the edges of the stool, legs trembling so hard the whole thing creaked beneath him.

“I don’t care— just pull it— please, just fucking pull it out—” he begged, voice hoarse and desperate. “I can’t— I can’t stay like this— it’s splitting me open—”

Marcus leaned in closer, one hand still supporting the partially born head while the other pressed firmly against Tyler’s inner thigh.

“I’m not pulling it,” he said quietly but with no room for argument. “Not until it moves on its own or I can ease it out safely. I’m not letting you rip your ass apart just because it hurts right now.”

Tyler let out another broken, sobbing howl, his body twitching around the stuck head. His cock was still painfully hard, twitching against his belly with every desperate breath, but the pain was so overwhelming he could barely register anything else.

The next contraction came. Tyler pushed again, crying out. The head moved forward just a little more — now the full forehead and part of the face was visible — but as soon as the contraction began to fade, it slid back and got caught again in the same tight spot.

“F-fuck— no, no, no—” Tyler sobbed, voice breaking. “It went back in— Marcus, it went back— please, I can’t do this again—”

Marcus kept his fingers exactly where they were, not letting the head retreat fully.

“Shhh… I’ve got it,” he said quietly. “It’s wedged again. Don’t fight it. Just breathe.”

Tyler was crying openly now, tears and sweat dripping down his face and onto his belly. His legs were shaking so badly he could barely keep himself on the edge of the stool.

“It hurts so fucking much…” he whimpered. “Please… just pull it out… even if it rips… I don’t care anymore… just get it out of me, Marcus…”

Marcus looked up at him. His voice was calm, but firm.

“I’m not going to rip you open. If it gets too tight, I’ll hold the head with my hand and stop it from coming out until the next contraction. I’m not letting that happen to you.”

Tyler let out a weak, miserable sound — somewhere between a sob and a whine.

“I don’t fucking care if it rips…” he whispered, voice hoarse and broken. “Just pull it… please… I can’t stay like this…”

Marcus didn’t move his hand. He kept it steady, fingers inside, gently holding the head in place while Tyler shook and cried above him.

The head stayed there for several long, painful minutes — partially out, stretching Tyler wide, not moving forward or back. Every small shift of Tyler’s body made him whimper in pain. Marcus stayed between his legs the entire time, one hand supporting the head, the other slowly stroking his inner thigh, waiting.

When the next strong contraction finally came, Tyler pushed with whatever strength he had left. Marcus felt the head move under his fingers.

“That’s it— push—”

Tyler screamed as the head finally slipped free with a wet sound. It hung heavy between his legs, Marcus supporting it with one hand.

Tyler was sobbing, head hanging down, staring at the floor between his own spread feet.

Marcus didn’t let him rest.

“Up,” he ordered. “Just a little. Lift your hips off the stool.”

“I can’t—” Tyler gasped.

“You can. Do it.”

With a broken sound, Tyler somehow managed to push himself up just enough that his ass lifted off the edge of the wood. Marcus immediately reached between his legs with both hands now, guiding the shoulders as they started to rotate inside.

Tyler cried out again as the first shoulder slipped under.

Marcus caught the baby as it came forward, one hand under the head, the other supporting the body. The rest of the child slid out quickly, wet and bloody, and Marcus brought it up against Tyler’s body while the legs and lower half dropped down.

For a moment, everything was still except for Tyler’s ragged breathing.

He was still half-standing, bent over the edge of the stool, staring down between his own legs at the baby now being held against him by Marcus.

Marcus looked up at him, chest heaving.

“He’s here,” he said, “It’s over,” voice rough. “You did it, Tyler.”

I wrote something like this on my old account, figured some of you might appreciate it.

I like to imagine how an actual male pregnancy would work with all male parts. Would he give birth anally or from his cock? Both can be fun in different ways.

Let's start with anal birth. Imagine all of the prostate pressure as the head/egg moves down. It would be expected that he would get hard once the pressure gets intense enough. So much so that they would use it as a gauge at the birthing center to see how close he is to pushing.

Eventually, the pressure would get so intense it would force him to cum involuntarily, triggering the urge to push. Condoms would be commonplace once men are admitted to contain the mess. If one comes into triage with a wet spot in the front of his pants, he would need to be roomed immediately because it's time to push.

Now penis birth comes with other possibilities. His penis would widen during pregnancy to accommodate birth, making sex more interesting for his partner. Once labor starts, an orgasm might force the head into his shaft, so that could be used to help it along if things are taking too long.

With the head blocking his hole, he couldn't actually cum until he gave birth, but each orgasm might push it further down the shaft. Anal stimulation might be easier in a hospital setting to keep him cumming. He might be encouraged to give birth on all fours to contain the flood of come that would gush out once he gives birth, this position also makes it easier to keep giving him prostate orgasms.

The contraction was a force that could not be bargained with, so much pressure distilled into such a small space that suddenly nothing was left within him but a blind, instinctive need to push. He reared back to grab the counter lip with his other hand, dropped his chin to his chest, and finally, finally did what his body had been screaming at him to do: he pushed.

Read the rest of Dave’s twin birth story here!

He gets up immediately, quickly finding his robe and slipper and going in search of his mate. They'd been preparing for weeks, ever since Thiago had mentioned he thought he may be pregnant. His belly had rounded out quickly, swelling full and heavy as the days passed.

Jacob checks the normal places the man had considered for their nest - the couch, the closet, the pantry. They've prepared all these places for delivery in case Thiago had chosen to labor there.

But each place is Thiago-less, despite there being evidence he had been there. The blankets on the couch are in disarray, a pile of clothing pulled from their hangers and made into a half-hearted attempt at a nest, and the portable nightlight theyd placed in the pantry was on.

There's one more place that Thiago could be, and Jacob isn't at all surprised to find him there.

He creeps into the laundry room quietly, careful not to disturb his lover as he shifts around in his nest of old blankets and clothing in the corner of the room.

A light sheen of sweat is glistening on his skin, his thick black hair tied back as he lays on his side, palming softly at his heavy belly. His eyes are heavily lidded, flicking up in Jacob's direction as he steps into the room.

Jacob tiptoes across the room, knowing good and well not to enter the nest without Thiago's permission. Instead, he settles on his knees outside the nest, watching in quiet trepidation as his mate lifts his head to look at him.

His eyes are still heavily lidded, a hazy look in his eyes that leads Jacob to believe that they might not have very long at all before he begins birthing. He pets gently at his hair, a hand slipping down to hold his side as Thiago scoots a little closer to him in the nest.

"Is it gonna be soon?" He asks softly, feeling their litter shifting low inside Thiago's heavy belly.

The doctor had said at least four, an average for Thiago by now. This was his sixth litter in as many years, and by this point they'd learned what to expect when the time came.

His waters haven't broken, that much is evident by the lack of mess in the nest, but the contractions are certainly close enough together for Jacob to assume he's in active labour by now.

Thiago nods shakily, shifting his hips in discomfort as something rolled under Jacob's hand, preparing for delivery. They were low in his belly, slotting up for the next part of this journey.

"They're low-" He murmurs, laying his head back down on the side of the nest and stretching his back out, "Any minute now, I think."

And indeed, as the words heave his mouth his sides draw tight, his stomach contracting harshly enough that its visible to both of them. Thiago closes his eyes, panting through his open mouth as his sides heave. Jacob feels the pressure begin to build, pulling at his partner from the inside as he continues to pant rapidly.

His legs stretch out, extended fully as the contraction peaks, his body stiffens. He grimaced suddenly, a grunt escaping him when something changed inside him.

Jacob immediately knows what just happened, especially when a moment later Thiago begins to arch his back, his leg instinctively bending and planting flat on the ground as the first of their litter began pressing its way down inside of him.

It gives Jacob the perfect view of his swollen pussy from this angle, the barest hint of a bulge beginning to form at the junction of his hips and pelvis.

Thiago spends the next few contractions in this position, leg held open as his belly heaves and tightens above it. The baby sinks lower and lower, the defined shape of the mass steadily bulging him out until it reaches his lips.

It sits there for a moment, looking so heavy and round inside of Thiago while the rest of the litter contine to make their way down. Thiago pants and whines, his thighs shaking and his breath coming in rapid puffs as his instincts begin to take over.

"Oh- it's right there." He grits out, teeth gnashing as he rocks his hips, thigh shaking from being held open.

Jacob nods, watching intently as Thiago squeezes his eyes shut and starts panting again, the bulge between his legs starting to come down low enough that its fully pressed against his slit.

The bulge looks big, his lips just barely managing to hold it back. Jacob wants to reach out and touch, but knows not to yet. Thiago will ask for help if he needs it, so Jacob sticks with stroking the heaving side of his pregnant belly and softly petting his hair, cooing soft affirmations to his laboring mate.

It's not long before he's grunting, shifting his legs apart even further and resting a hand on the side of his globe of a stomach that's spilling out heavily across the nest in front of him.

Thiago pants rapidly, still clutching at his belly with one hand when his back arches, and he draws up one leg so that his hips are open wide.

Jacob watches in amazement as his lips part, his bags of waters bulging from his slit in an amazing way that always humbles Jacob every single time he sees it.

"Oh god, my waters -" Thiago groans out as he tries to snake a hand around his heavy belly to feel his slick, open hole, "My waters are coming out!"

He can't quite reach around his heavy belly to feel, but for a split second, his fingers press against the bag that's now ruthlessly holding him open. He pushes against it, trying to release some of the pressure that's coming from being split open like he is.

"You're doing so good," Jacob murmurs softly to him when he relaxes slightly, "So good, baby, you're stretching so well for me."

Thiago only gives a soft flick of his ear to indicate hes heard Jacob, instead sinking back down against the edge of the nest and shifting and squirming to get himself comfortable.

Its a fools errand, and they both know it. For Thiago, there's no escaping the pressure and pain of birth until he's... well, birthed. But he does move around a good bit in between the contractions, pausing only to arch his back and push the bag of waters further out of him.

It's during one attempt to move that something changes once again.

Jacob has taken to sitting cross-legged outside the nest, just watching Thiago do his thing, when suddenly he all but spins around, crawling forward on all fours before flopping down roughly with his back to Jacob.

He draws his leg up again as hed done before, and Jacob watches with rapt attention as he begins to push. This time, the contraction seems to pull tighter, the muscles in his glute and back pulling tight as Thiago suddenly lets out a guttural moan and pushes desperately.

He lows desperately as his cunt stretched into a perfect O around the bulge that's now pushed out into the world. Thiago yowls as his waters spread him wide, his legs kicking and straightening as he bears down instinctively to get the baby out.

And then suddenly he manages to toss his hand behind him, slipping down between his legs and cupping his own waters. Thiago lets out a hiccupy groan as he wriggles his hips just slightly, then begins to push again.

He's only just beginning to bear down, his sides drawing in, when suddenly his bags burst in his hands, shooting out of him and spraying against his palm in an arch.

"Oh fuck, Jacob, the water broke! I'm about to-" He gasps and grunts, sides heaving as his cunt begins to bulge outward again- this time with the head of their baby, "I'm about to... oohhhhh!"

He flops back against the nest, still on his side as his legs go straight out when the head slots into place and begins to part his cunt.

Jacob sits up further, watching over Thiago's side as he shakes and cries out, the head rapidly slipping forward and then sinking back in when the man pauses to pant harshly.

Theres no time between contractions now; his mate sucks in a few rapid breaths then gives a few rapid pushes as the head continues to slide forward.

Its not until its well and truly splitting his cunt apart that Thiago begins to get a bit more desperate, twisting and kicking out his legs as it comes closer to crowning.

Jacob manages to scoot himself down to the side of the nest, settled between his mates' legs. He brings a hand up to push at the inside of Thiago's left leg, holding it and back.

He has another perfect view of his pussy like this, flushed and leaking as it spreads wide around the top of their baby's head.

It's incredible, Jacob thinks. Even after doing this so many times, it's amazing to see his mate birth their litters.

"Oh, love, you look so beautiful like this." Jacob whispers in revelry, his thumb stroking over the soft skin of his thigh, "Come on, push that baby out."

Thiago lets out a half sob, half moan as he grabs hold of the side of the nest, his fingers clawing at the fabric as he tucks his chin to his chest and bears down. The baby’s head pushes forward again, centimeter by centimeter slipping out until finally - finally - the head comes to its widest part.

"Ohhhmmmygodddd!" Thiago shrieks, throwing both hands down between his spread legs to cup the head, "It's crowning!"

His cunt is stretched so tight around the head that for a split second Jacob worries that he'll tear.

He never had before, and this baby wasn't any larger than they usually were, but there was just something about his lips clung to the curve, a perfect moon of dark hair keeping his mate wrenched open around it, that made a spark of worry in him.

"Easy, easy baby -" He hummed, pressing his hands overtop of Thiago's to cup the head, "Let it come."

"It's already coming!" Thiago cried balefuly, his hips pushing down into their entwined hands as his belly tightened again, "Oh god, l have to birth it!"

"Slow down, love, slow down." He crooned, pressing gently against Thiago's hands to keep the head from coming too quickly, "You don't want to tear."

Thiago sobs and nods shakily, his hands letting go of the head and going instead to his thighs. He grits his teeth and groans, feeling his body pushing despite his best efforts to stop it.

The head bulges even further against Jacob's hands, slipping out until the brow is exposed, and Thiago is writhing and groaning under him.

"Oh fuck, the baby is coming out -" Thiago groans as he bends his knee and draws his leg up again, "It's coming out! It's coming out of me!"

And indeed, it is coming out of him.

Stretching him open obscenely as more and more of the brow slips out, almost to the eyebrow. Thiago whimpers and pushes his hips forward, his breath rapid pants that make his whole belly heave.

It takes incredible focus not to press to harshly on the head, to keep the counterpressure light. It's even more difficult that Thiago's body isn't getting the no pushing message, powerful contractions all but shoving the head out of his cunt.

The eyes are out, Thiago's hips bucking against the pressure as he pants and sits up on his elbows to look at Jacob.

"I'm about to- fuck, I'm gonna birth the head!"

And then he's really pushing.

His thighs shake, hips jerking and tail rigid as he pushes again with a cry, and the head pops free from the catboy.

"Heads out -" Jacob tells him quickly, even though he knew that Thiago was already aware of that fact.

He doesn't answer anyway, too busy scrambling out of Jacob's hold again.

At some point, he decided that birthing this kit laying down was no longer an option because suddenly, he was up on all fours.

His back arches, shoving his pussy back into Jacob's hands so that he's holding the head in place, and then he bears down with a watery moan.

"Stretching- fuck, it's stretching my pussy!"

The head rotates so that its facing his thigh, and then Thiago dips his hips low as the shoulders bulge between his legs.

He shoves down hard once, twice, and then in the third wild, desperate push, one shoulder slips free.

Thiago falls forward onto his elbows, the second shoulder shoving its way out of him.

"Guhhhhhh! Here it comes!"

And suddenly, with a burst of fluid and the most ancient, gutteral sound that Jacob has ever heard, the baby is laying in the nest underneath Thiago.

"Oh! I pushed it out!" He gasped, scrambling to roll over onto his back, "Oh god, the baby is out of me, babe!"

Jacob scoops it up, finally slipping into the nest with his mate. The baby wails as soon as it's on its parent's chest, indignant and happy to let the world know.

God yes, I can just imagine two friends planning a sleep over for months and months and months, not really caring that one of them got pregnant in that time. They do everything together, what’s a pregnancy gonna change? Ughhhh I need to write this. Full fledged fic incoming you’ve inspired me.

Birth behind the cut, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED