Oops, you've gotten yourself pregnant on accident. Even more embarrassing, you're hanging out with friends when labor starts getting bad. No time to get home, they're getting close and strong, starting to hurt how you always hoped it would...
Do you want one of your friends to be there with you as you strip down, open your legs, and push like a handsome soon-to-be-dad? Or do you try to hide that a baby is about to come out of you, hope you can just give birth unnoticed and rejoin the group once the placenta is out? Or do you try to drive home anyway, and accept that the head might end up filling your boxers and pants once you pull over on the side of the road?
Hmm, what a scenario indeed 😏
I'd like to say..how about a mix of all of them?
I'm sitting there with friends, everyone is having a good time and I'm forced to stay where I'm seated and watch because getting up and down now is to inconvenient and a struggle with how heavy and low my belly sits. I was told I wouldn't be due for another few days, but just as my friends start a new activity I start feeling my womb start to squeeze itself to start pushing the life inside of me out. My friends notice that I seem uncomfortable but I just tell them it's nothing, braxtons just been kicking my ass and it's fine. They believe me, continue what their doing and now and then having me chime in. I have both hands secured on my bump feeling it get tighter under my fingertips holding my breath as contractions come over me in waves.
I feel my body trying to tell me to push but I do everything in my power not to, sweating and panting in short bursts to keep myself from falling apart. One of them can't keep themselves from fussing about my condition, checking in on me and asking often if I'm sure I'm alright. I try to tell him yes, but he isn't buying it anymore. He tells the group that he's going to go help me lay down for a moment, just to get a little rest, the reminder of the group waves us off and tells me to feel better soon. He has to support me all the way to the spare bedroom, asking me what's really going on. I finally cave, the pain and pressure all becoming to much for me to bare and I finally tell him I think I've gone into labor.
He starts to freak out, telling me he'll take me to the hospital, but I stop him before he can reach the door again and tell him I don't want to ruin the get together. A contraction takes me over again and I finally allow myself to react, bracing myself on the bed next to me and doubling over with a hand splayed on the front of my belly. I tell him I can't wait and need to get it out now, I tell him I could feel it pushing its way down and I have to give birth here and now.
He helps me get my pants off, and when they finally are I'm squatted down and digging my nails into the sheets next to me as I push though the next contraction. He kneels next to me, hand between my legs almost a little awkwardly and eyes fixated there. He tells me he can already feel the head, and I just need to push.
Though gritted teeth and stifled moans of pain, it all comes out of me in only after pushing a few times. It was ready to come out a while ago, just inching closer and closer with each tight contraction of my womb..but I didn't listen to my body and forced myself to hold back. My knees go weak and I fall back, my vision hazy from exhaustion and pain, and the friend who helped now holds the new life in his arms as I recover for a moment.
Party gets a +1 surprise member once we come back
(if that's not well written I'm sorry 🤧, me when I've never really written out one of these fantasies before)
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