Birth blog

"The cramping's almost gone— just little flutters now—" She pressed her palm against her belly and winced at a small tightening beneath her hand. "The afterbirth should come any second— I can feel it starting—"

"Tell me what you need, my little red—"

"Just be ready to catch it— it shouldn't take much— hnngh—"

She bore down gently, expecting the soft slide of the placenta, but what came instead made her scream. A pup slid out of her in a wet gush, smaller than the first three but still big, still impossibly big for what she thought was an empty womb, and she stared down at herself in shock. "Oh— oh God— that's not— that's not the afterbirth—"

"That's a pup—" Garrick's voice cracked, his golden eyes wide, his ears pressing flat against his head. "Scarlet— there's another one—"

"I didn't— I didn't know— ohhh God—"

He grabbed the fourth pup, wet and squalling, and placed it beside the others, but her belly was already clenching again, the skin pulling tight before she could catch her breath.

"Hnnngghh— ohhh— ohhh God— it's starting again—" She grabbed his arm and pushed, her body bearing down without her permission, her legs shaking violently. The fifth pup crowned fast, her pussy still stretched and open from the first three, and it eased out in a slow wet gush that made her sob. "HAAAAHHH— it's coming— it's coming—"

"I've got it— I've got it—" He caught the fifth pup as it slid free, warm and wet and squalling, and placed it with the others, his hands slick with fluid, his tail lashing behind him.

"Ohhh— ohhh God— is that all— please tell me that's all—" Her voice was barely a whisper, her body trembling, but her belly was already tightening again and she could feel another one pressing low against her cervix.

"Scarlet— I can see another one—"

"No— no— I can't— hnnngghh—" She bore down hard, her fingers digging into the rug, her leg pressing against his shoulder, and the sixth pup crowned in a gush of fluid, her pussy stretching wide around it. "HAAAAHHH— ohhh God— it won't stop— they won't stop coming—"

"Keep going, my love— you're doing it—"

She pushed and the head slid free, then the shoulders in one long stretch, and she screamed as the torso followed, the pup slipping out of her in a wet rush. "Ohhh— ohhh— please— please be the last one—"

Garrick caught the sixth pup and placed it with the others, six pups now nestled against each other on the rug, all squalling, all wet, all alive. His hands were shaking and his breath came in ragged gasps and he looked at her with wide golden eyes.

Her belly had deflated more, the enormous globe reduced to a softer curve, but it was still clenching, still tightening, and she sobbed when she felt it. "No— no— there's another one— I can feel it— there's another one—"

"Hooo— hooo hooo—" She panted, trying to gather herself, but the contraction was already building and her body was already bearing down. "Hnnngghh— HAAAAHHH—"

The seventh pup crowned slower than the last, her body exhausted, her pushes weaker, but it came all the same, her pussy stretching around the head in a slow wet slide. "Ohhh God— it's so slow— it's coming so slow—"

"I can see it, my love— you're almost there—"

She pushed again and the head slid free, fluid gushing out around it, and she gasped for breath before bearing down one more time. The shoulders came in a long stretch and the torso followed and the seventh pup slid into Garrick's waiting hands, wet and warm and squalling.

"It's here— it's here, Scarlet—"

"Ohhh— ohhh God—" She sagged against the rug, her whole body shaking, her legs trembling so hard they shook against his shoulder. "Please— please tell me that's all— please—"

Her belly had deflated visibly, the enormous globe reduced to a softer, smaller curve against the rug, the skin loose where it had been stretched so taut. She was trembling all over, her legs shaking, her breasts still leaking, her pussy swollen and aching and stretched beyond anything she thought possible.

"Hooo— hooo hooo—" She panted, trying to catch her breath, her hand resting on her deflated belly. "Please let that be all— please—"

Then her belly cramped again and she sobbed, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "No— no— not another one— I can't— I can't do another one—"

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He’s watching diligently as Jason and the other coach demonstrate kicking the ball back and forth with each other. It’s their first practice, and several of the kids are already playing in the grass, but Jason is so cute in his little coaches outfit that Leo doesn’t mind sitting here for an hour or so with the kids. 

Luke comes up and Jason lightly kicks the ball to him. He somehow manages to kick the ball back, a huge grin on his face, minus his two front teeth. He lost those a week ago. 

“Papa!”

Leo turns to look over his shoulder, Jamie’s voice high. 

“Look!” He excitedly points to his own toy soccer ball, sitting in the tiny temporary soccer net. A goal.

“Great job baby! Keep working!” 

Luke may have been the one most excited for soccer to start, but Jamie was the one with the real athletic skills. Leo almost feels a little bad that poor Luke got his athletic ability, but Jason assures him that he will grow out of it if he keeps practicing. 

There’s a shuffle and a small whimper to his right and Leo sighs. He knew it was too good to be true. One of the twins is awake, meaning the other would soon follow suit.

He gets to his feet, peeking into the covered wagon, finding Annie rubbing her face, her hair a mess on her head. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

She sniffs and reaches for him and Leo lifts her into his arms, his heart melting a little when she drops her head onto his shoulder, snuggling close. She’s always the more cuddly one in the mornings. 

He glances into the wagon and thankfully Elise is still sound asleep, so he settles back into his seat, tucking Annie into his chest, secretly hoping she’ll fall back asleep but knowing that won’t happen. 

Jason happens to look over just as he sits back down, so Leo waves him off, letting him know he’s got it. Jason hesitates but eventually goes back to coaching the kids on how to pass the ball. 

He’s truly one of the best people Leo has ever met. The jock nature and thicker build are an instant turn on for Leo, and though he’s way out of Jason’s league and always has been, Jason doesn’t seem to care. And for that, Leo will be forever grateful. Especially after looking at the family they’ve built together. 

Luke, 5 years old now, is playing soccer. He’s incredibly outgoing, so smart, and just as handsome as his daddy. His hair is so curly, a beautiful dark brown, and his eyes sparkle bright and green. 

Jamie takes a little more after Leo, except the athleticism of course. His curls are softer, more wavy on his head, and they’re lighter than Luke’s, though Leo’s mom seems to think they’ll darken as he gets older. Leo turns to check on him and finds him playing in the grass, dirt stains all over his khaki pants. He’s always been good at entertaining himself. He’s not quite as social as Luke, but Luke is good about including him in everything anyway.

And they both take such amazing care of their sisters. Annie and Elise’s personalities grow every single day. Somehow both of them got dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and the cutest little chubby cheeks. Neither of them got the curls, but Leo thanks the Lord for that because getting Luke’s curls to lay down is hard enough. 

Annie wiggles in his arms and sits up, an indent on her cheek from sleeping on it. 

“You wanna go play with Jamie?”

She sniffles but nods, already climbing out of Leo’s lap. He sets her down, fixing her jacket before she waddles off towards Jamie. Leo watches her go, already so independent, and Jamie just grins at her, his eyes so bright. 

He really made some beautiful children. With some help of course.

Jason’s voice echoes that it’s time to take a break and Leo watches hungrily as his husband comes running up to him, sweat shining on his throat. His cheeks are flushed but his eyes are bright. Happy. Leo can tell he’s missed being around sports. 

“They’re taking a 10 minute break to get some water and snacks. You need anything?”

Leo shakes his head, tucking his hands back into his pockets. 

“No, I’m ok. Though I think next time we should bring a heater or some handwarmers. For me. The kids are apparently fine.”

Jason smirks and kneels in front of him, pulling Leo’s hands into his larger ones. 

“I can warm them up for you. Wouldn’t want you losing those beautiful fingers of yours.”

Leo rolls his eyes but he can’t deny that it does actually feel better now that Jason is sharing his warmth. 

“How’s Luke doing?”

Jason smiles fondly, rubbing his hands over Leo’s.

“About as awkward as usual, but he’s enjoying it. He’s already made a friend,” Jason adds, pointing with his head towards Luke playing with another little boy with bright red hair. 

“Good. Maybe then he’ll have some friends when he starts school next year.”

Jason nods, but his eyes grow a little distant.

Leo sighs and sits up, bumping his forehead against Jason’s. 

“Stop that. We already talked about this.”

Jason blinks and the watery look disappears. Leo pretends not to notice. 

“I know I know, but…I just can’t believe he’s already about to be in school. Our babies are getting so big.”

Leo has to stop himself from getting teary-eyed. He’s already cried enough about this as it is. He doesn’t want to cry in public. Thankfully, Elise starts stirring in the wagon and Jason sniffs, kissing Leo’s fingers before standing. 

“Hi baby girl. Come on,” Jason says, lifting her out of the wagon with ease. She rubs her eyes, her cheeks rosy with the cold. 

Jason bounces her a little, patting her back and she fights to stay awake.

“If she goes back to sleep for you I’m gonna be so pissed.”

Jason just smirks, winking down at Leo. It’s no secret the kids sleep better when Daddy puts them to bed, and truly Leo can’t complain, but it is frustrating. And he may be a little jealous.

Elise however, has already realized her sister and brother are playing without her, and she has a severe case of FOMO. So she scrambles out of Jason’s arms and he sighs, putting her down. They both watch her stumble her way over to her siblings. 

Leo turns to Jason, Jason watches the kids, and once again he is struck by how lucky he is, to be so blessed with a husband this perfect. 

**

Leo sits in bed, the covers pulled up over his lap, trying to read a book. The kids were all exhausted from soccer today and fell asleep fairly quickly. Leo had listened on the baby monitor as Luke talked about how much fun he had today, Jamie echoing him quietly. 

Leo usually has the easy job of feeding Annie and Elise and settling them down in their cribs, so he gets done before Jason, leaving him to think over stuff by himself. Tonight is no different. He’s rereading the last sentence for the third time when the door creaks open, Jason stepping in.

His gray sweats hug his hips, and the loose tank top he wears shows off the pecs he works so hard to keep. All these years and yet Leo’s attraction has never faded. 

Jason shuffles over to the bed and falls into Leo’s lap, smothering him in his warmth. 

“Tired?”

Jason hums, his hands warm as they creep under Leo’s shirt. He nuzzles into Leo’s side, making himself comfortable. 

Leo smiles softly, running his fingers through Jason’s hair. The book lays forgotten on the bedside table. 

“I think we should have another kid.”

He feels Jason take a deep breath, his chest rising and falling before he looks up.

“What makes you think that?”

Leo shrugs, letting his hand fall from Jason’s hair to his shoulder. 

“I don’t know. I just…watching the kids play today. Realizing they’re getting older. I miss my little babies.”

Jason sits up, shifting so he’s leaning across Leo’s legs, his head propped up on his hand. 

“They’re still your little babies, even if they’ve grown some.”

Leo sighs, fidgeting with the edge of the comforter. 

“I know that. But…I still want more. Don’t you miss it?”

“Of course I do. But, are you sure you’re up for that? Annie and Elise have already been a handful.”

Leo nods. He knows very well how much of a handful they’ve been. 

“They’re getting better now and we have our routine figured out with everyone. So why not add one more?”

Jason doesn’t say anything but Leo can tell he’s thinking about it. 

“And I miss carrying them. I want to be round with them again. To feel them inside me one more time.”

Leo puts a hand to his stomach for good measure. He really does miss the feeling of being pregnant. 

“And what if that one more is actually two more. Again.”

Leo shrugs, picking at a loose thread on Jason’s shirt. 

“Then we figure it out. Just like we always do.”

Jason drops his forehead to Leo’s stomach, his shoulders slumping.

“Okay. You got me. One more. Promise me this is it though,” he adds, looking up at Leo. “I don’t want you to overdo yourself.”

Leo smiles, putting a finger under Jason’s chin. 

“I won’t promise that. There’s no telling how I’ll feel a year or two from now. But for right now? One more. Please.”

Jason groans but Leo knows he’s got him because Jason sits up more, kissing up Leo’s neck. 

Leo’s whole body responds, incredibly interested in this. Jason is just as interested if the tent in his pants is anything to go by.

Jason pulls the covers away, wraps an arm around Leo’s waist and pulls him closer, laying him on his back.

“You’re very convincing, you know.”

Leo grins and wraps his arms around Jason’s shoulders, grinding up against Jason. 

“I know.”

Jason wastes no time, and he makes such delicious, sinful love to Leo through the night, leaving them both exhausted and sated. 

Leo falls asleep smothered in the warmth of his husband, and the father of his children. 

**

A pregnancy test confirms what Leo already knows. He’s pregnant again. Happily so. Jason is at the park with the kids at the moment so he busies himself cleaning around the house, putting dinner in the oven, and then he waits for the sound of his kids racing each other down the driveway.

He opens the door just in time to find them all running as fast as their little legs will go, Jason chasing them and pretending to be slow. Luke is in the lead, Jamie right behind him, and Elise is surprisingly keeping up. Jason scoops Annie into his arms, blowing raspberries on her belly as she screams. 

“Come on, hurry or the monster will get you!” Leo screams and the kids run faster, screaming with laughter, huge smiles on their faces. Luke stumbles over the stairs and crashes into Leo’s legs, followed by Jamie slamming into his other side. Elise goes slower, using her hands to get up onto the one porch step, and then Jason is there, face bright and happy. 

“Hi my love.”

Leo grins, leaning into the offered kiss. 

“Hello. Did you guys have fun?”

Luke nods, rushing into the house and going straight to the pantry.

“Ah, hey you can have a snack after dinner!”

Jason, breathing heavily, sets Annie down on the ground and she and Elise walk into the house together, racing to catch up with their brothers. 

“I may or may not have promised they could have gummies when we got back.”

“Gummies before dinner?”

Jason shakes his head, wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist, pushing him into the house and closing the door behind him. 

“No, I just said when we get back. But I didn’t think you’d have dinner ready so soon.”

Leo and Jason stumble into the kitchen, Jason unwilling to let go no matter how much Leo prods at him. 

Luke is busy perusing the pantry for the family sized box of gummies they bought just last week, but Leo stops him from getting too far. 

“Dinner first, then gummies. And then movie time. That new Kpop Demon Hunters movie is on Netflix.”

Luke hangs off the pantry door handle, groaning but he relents, heading to the living room. 

“Did they do ok at the park?” Leo asks, turning in Jason’s arms to look up at him. 

“About the same as usual. The girls discovered the slides and it turns out they love them.”

Leo chuckles, dragging Jason along as he checks the oven.

“Lasagna tonight. Should be done in 10 minutes.”

“Sounds good,” Jason grumbles, tucking his face into Leo’s neck. “Are you feeling better?”

Leo nods, running his fingers through Jason’s hair. 

“Much. I have a surprise for you.”

Jason lifts his head at that, looking down at him. Leo grins, pulling the pregnancy test out of his pocket and shows it to him.

Jason’s eyes grow wide, and a smile creeps over his face. 

“Already? I thought it would take just a few more times.”

Leo slaps his shoulder and he pretends to be hurt, but the smile creeps back over his lips as he sidles back up against Leo, pressing him against the counter. 

“Can you blame me for wanting my husband so much?”

“No, I suppose I can’t.”

Jason kisses him and Leo’s knees go weak, and then a cacophony of laughing squeals sound behind them.

Leo laughs, laughing even harder when Jason kisses all over his face and shoulders, making the kids giggle louder. 

“Congratulations, my love. We’re going to be parents again.”

Leo nods, wanting nothing less.

**

“Are you sure that’s such a good idea?” Leo’s mom asks, her voice quiet as she rocks Elise back and forth, bottle in hand. 

Leo shrugs. He doesn’t really care if it is or not. He just wants another child.

“We can handle it. And we’re not ready to be done yet.”

His mom’s mouth puckers into a pinched expression, not upset but clearly worried about him. 

“It’s fine Mom. We’ll be fine. Annie and Elise are already getting more and more independent.”

She looks down at him, at his position on the floor, the folded laundry in front of him. Jason has Luke and Jamie outside, and Annie is passed out in her crib. Elise isn’t too far behind. 

“I’m not saying you should never have another baby. I’m just worried it might be too close together. They’re still so little…”

She trails off, the bottle falling from Elise’s lips, her little chubby cheeks pink.

Leo gets up off the floor, taking Elise from his mom and settling her into the crib, rocking her a little more until she settles down. 

Seeing them both, asleep and happy and just so healthy and perfect, it only makes his desire for more kids worse. 

“I don’t want to wait anymore. And even though you don’t really approve, I don’t think you’ll just stop helping us out.”

She scoffs, slipping out of the rocking chair and shaking her arms out.

“Of course not. I love my little grandbabies. But I also love my son, and I want him to be smart and healthy.”

Leo nods, smiling as he pulls her into a hug, her small form fitting easily into his arms. 

“I will be ok, I promise. And hopefully we can have a real planned birth this time around.”

She laughs at that, shaking her head. 

“You’ve had no luck with that in the past. I doubt this one will be any different.”

“You never know,” Leo jokes, turning on the nightlights and then closing the door behind the both of them. 

He can see Jason on the ground in the yard, Luke on top of him, play wrestling. He looks just as filthy as the kids. 

“Luke and Jamie absolutely adore their little sisters, and I doubt that will change with one more in the mix. Plus, doesn’t Jason just look perfect with kids?”

She rolls her eyes at that, heading towards the kitchen.

“If you start waxing poetic about your husband, I’m leaving.”

Leo puts on a playful pout, moving to lean on the countertop. “But you just got here!”

She shakes her head, throwing a rag at him, and he grins. He wants more of this.

**

Leo is only 6 months into his pregnancy when he realizes his mom might have been right. 

“Not right now Jamie. Go play with your brother.”

“He’s playing legos and won’t let me play with him!”

Elise is screaming in his arms, Annie is latched onto his leg, Jamie won’t quit calling for him, and he’s about to lose it. 

Tears start welling up in Jamie’s eyes and Leo wants to scream, just like all of his children apparently. At least until his savior finally walks through the front door and scoops Annie up off the floor. 

And just like that, all of the built up tension and frustration he’d been feeling, it starts going away. 

“Hi love. Why don’t you let me take over?” Jason asks, planting a kiss on Leo’s temple.

“Gladly.”

Jason shifts Annie to one arm and takes Elise into the other, drawing the kids away from him so he can figure his shit out before losing it on everyone. 

He watches from the kitchen, from a safe distance, as Jason heads into the living room, sitting on the couch with the girls. Jason whispers something to Jamie, and then Jamie moves to talk to his brother, and then suddenly they’re both happily playing legos together. And then the girls quiet down, happily laying on their Daddy’s chest. Leo wants to scream and cry and throw a fit, but he doesn’t. It won’t help anything. And it’s not their fault he’s overstimulated.

He slips out of the kitchen, signaling to Jason he’s heading to the bedroom, and Jason nods, blowing him a kiss before turning back to the kids. Leo doesn’t deserve this, but by God is he glad he has it. 

**

“Feeling better?”

Leo peeks up over the book he was reading, finding Jason in the doorway, grinning at him.

“Much. Thank you.”

Jason kicks his shoes off, still in his work clothes, and falls onto the bed, stretching over Leo’s legs.

“I shouldn’t have to go back to the office anymore this year. Sorry to leave you like that with everyone.”

Leo shakes his head, running his fingers through Jason’s hair, book forgotten.

“It’s okay. I just don’t think I realized how hard it is to have 4 children while also being 6 months pregnant.”

Jason lifts his head at that.

“And how is our newest member of the family doing?”

Leo huffs, putting a hand to the side of his swollen middle, pulling his shirt up over it to reveal the stretch marked skin. 

“Better now. They were kicking up a storm earlier, probably annoyed with all the screaming.”

Jason nods, patting the swell softly.

“Why were the kids screaming so much?”

Leo rolls his eyes, resting his head back against the headboard. 

“Annie fell and bruised her knee, so she freaked out. So I picked her up, and of course Elise can’t handle being left out, so she freaked out as well. And then, Luke wouldn’t let Jamie play with the legos. I was just trying to do the dishes and clean the kitchen, but they all decided that moment was the best time to have a freak out session.”

Jason chuckles, brushing his thumb over the side of Leo’s belly. His fingers are so warm and comforting. 

“Your mom might have known what she was talking about, huh?”

Leo shakes his head, refusing to admit it out loud. 

“She had one kid. How would she know?”

“Don’t you have like 12 cousins?”

“That’s not the point…”

Jason grins, that stupid shit-eating grin that Leo loves so very much. 

“Of course not.”

Jason sits up, all of that warmth suddenly disappearing and Leo frowns. 

“Pizza for dinner? Your mom left us a bunch of coupons last time she was here.”

Leo huffs, but nods. “I don’t feel like cooking. And we both know you’re useless in the kitchen. Pizza it is.”

Jason winks, planting a big wet kiss on Leo’s forehead, and then disappears back into the living room, getting the kids all riled up again about pizza. 

Leo feels much, much better. 

**

8 months in, Leo is relaxing in the rocking chair on the back porch, cup of tea in hand. It’s a very rare moment of silence with Luke and Jamie spending the weekend at their grandparents, and Annie and Elise down for their afternoon nap. 

Jason slips out of the sliding door with a small tray of fruit and cheeses, a beautiful smile on his face. 

“Snacks?”

Leo hums, snagging a strawberry.

Jason puts the tray down on the table and takes a spot in the rocking chair next to Leo. For a while, they both sit in silence, enjoying the rare moment, the baby monitor blissfully quiet. 

“So, should we talk about it?” Jason asks, his attention turning to Leo.

Leo doesn’t want to. Not one bit. But…

“I guess we should.”

Jason shifts in his chair, reaching over to tangle his fingers with Leo’s.

“We already skipped the pre-K stage. And you promised we would try.”

Leo can already feel his eyes welling with tears.

“I know, I just…I’m not ready for my baby to go to school. What if he hates it? What if the kids are mean to him? What if—”

“What if he loves it?”

Leo looks over at Jason, his eyes watery too. It doesn’t help quell the emotions stirring in his chest. 

“I’m scared of that too…”

Jason sniffs, wiping his face.

“Me too. But we have to try. At least one year. If he hates it, then we’ll do the homeschooling. I promise.”

Leo nods, turning to look back out at the yard, the cardinals bouncing around on the bird feeders, oblivious to Leo’s pain and fear. He hates them.

“I want him to be happy. And if going to school does that, then…then that’s fine.”

“We can still pick him up from school, and they let parents eat lunch with the kids once a month. And he is so social, I’m sure he’ll make lots and lots of friends. Including Aiden.”

Aiden, the red haired youngster Luke befriended during soccer season. They’ve had a few play dates since then, and Luke always blossoms in such social environments. 

“We need to register him with the school.”

Jason nods, squeezing Leo’s hand in support.

“I’ll handle it.”

Leo looks over at him, smiling gratefully, so scared at the big changes happening, but excited to watch his baby grow. 

**

Dropping Luke off at school is the hardest thing Leo has ever had to do. And he’s given birth to 4 kids unmedicated and unassisted…

The unborn little one is clearly just as upset about it, kicking and shifting inside Leo, his belly shifting with the weight of it. 

Luke however, is completely oblivious to his parents’ pain. Aiden calls out to him in the dropoff line and Luke takes off to be with his best friend, not even looking back at Leo or Jason. 

Leo has a death grip on Jason’s hand. 

“It’s a short week. Just to see how the kids handle it.”

Jason is reassuring himself just as much as he’s reassuring Leo.

“He’ll be okay,” Leo says, but it hurts to watch his little baby go into the school, his spiderman backpack full of his lunchbox and jacket. A tear rolls down Leo’s cheek and then it’s time for them to move on. To go home. Without Luke.

The car ride home is quiet. Even Annie and Elise are feeling the melancholy mood in the car. Leo brushes a hand over his belly, feeling the kicks against his palm.

“Grandma and Grandpa are coming to the house this weekend,” he says, trying to lighten the mood. 

“They’re going to watch you guys while we wait for your little sister or brother to arrive.”

“Papa? What about Luke? Does he get to see Grandma and Grandpa?”

Leo fights back tears.

“Yeah baby. He will be home in a few hours.”

“I miss him though.”

Jason’s hand tightens around his.

“Me too baby. Me too.”

**

Around midnight, Leo gets up to go to the bathroom, the pain in his lower back nearly unbearable. The cramps had been coming on and off, not often enough for him to sound the alarm, but enough for him to notice. 

He grips the edge of the bathroom counter, lowering himself onto the toilet. He’s too heavy to even try to stand anymore, so he sits and relaxes until he’s done relieving himself. At least, he thinks he’s done until he feels something trickle out of him, slow at first, and then picking up speed. 

“Shit…”

He waits it out, then pulls himself back up and shuffles back into the room, uncomfortable.

Jason doesn’t budge, and Leo doesn’t bother to wake him. The cramps aren’t frequent enough yet. 

**

They’re in the back of the dropoff line, absolutely Leo’s fault, waiting for it to move. He’s uncomfortable, the seatbelt is pressing into his waist, his chest hurts, and he’s starting to think maybe he should’ve told Jason this morning about his water breaking.

The line inches forward and Leo hisses, a painful kick pressing against his ribs.

“You ok?” 

Leo nods, rubbing the spot over where the foot just kicked him. 

“Little one is being active.”

Jason raises a brow.

Leo sighs, shifting again.

“My water broke last night.”

Jason’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, and the only thing keeping him from yelling are the kids in the back of the car.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he hisses, not mad, but scared. Like he is every time this happens. 

“Because it wasn’t anything special yet.”

Jason’s brow furrows and he glances at the kids before looking back at Leo.

“If you give me another repeat of Luke’s birth, I’m divorcing you.”

Leo laughs at that.

“Yeah right. You love me too much.”

Jason tries real hard to seem upset, but it doesn’t last. He huffs and reaches over, feeling the steady kicking against Leo’s side. 

“How far apart?”

“8 minutes. The cramps started before bed last night.”

Jason nods, checking ahead of him and the rearview mirror. “Want me to pull out of line and head home? Luke can miss one day of school.”

Leo glances back at Luke, at the eager smile on his face, at the way he’s gripping his backpack with so much excitement, and shakes his head. 

“No, let him go. It will be easier for my mom to keep the 3 younger ones.”

Jason clearly wants to argue but doesn’t, the line inching forward once again. 

It takes nearly 45 minutes to drop Luke off, and by the time he’s waving goodbye, Leo is struggling. The seatbelt is as loose as it will go, his pants are too tight, and the cramps are getting closer together. Too close.

“Jason, we need to hurry.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s on the phone, calling Leo’s parents the second they pull out of the parking lot. 

Jason does his best to keep the kids distracted, but it doesn’t take long for them to notice their Papa is in pain. 

“Daddy, is Papa okay?”

Leo groans, fist clenched around the door handle. 

“He’s okay. We just might get to meet your little sibling sooner than we thought.”

Leo flashes back to the first time this happened to him, stuck in a car with his first baby, having to give birth in the cramped space, and he really doesn’t want to do that again. 

“Jason, how much further?” he asks, gasping at the end of a contraction. 

“10 minutes. Just a little bit more.”

The kids keep asking questions, and thankfully Jason keeps them occupied enough for Leo to focus. The pressure is nearly unbearable, his back and hips aching something fierce. He spreads his legs as much as he can, but there’s just not enough room. 

“Jason…I can’t, I need to push, ahhh,” he cries out. He keeps a death grip on the headrest, trying so hard to keep quiet so the kids don’t hear, but it hurts. More than usual. 

“3 more minutes. Just keep holding on.”

Leo takes a few deep breaths, focusing as hard as he can on not pushing, on keeping the little one in just a bit longer. And then their house is in view, his parents already at the door.

“Thank god,” he groans.

Jason parks and immediately unbuckles, reaching over the console to help Leo out of his seatbelt. Jason curses.

“What? What’s wrong?”

The kids are too busy getting unbuckled and following Grandpa into the house, thankfully. 

“I can see a bulge. We need to get your pants off.”

Jason gets out of the car, and Leo reaches between his legs. Just like Jason said, his baby is already slipping out.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, relieved when Jason opens the door and his legs can shift.

“I’ve got you. Can you get out of the car?”

Leo nods, gripping Jason’s shoulder as he breathes through another contraction. His mom is there too, just behind Jason. He supposes this is the closest he’ll ever get to a birth plan actually working out. 

“You weren’t kidding,” his mom gasps, no doubt seeing the too tight stretch of Leo’s pants around the head of his baby. 

“Help me out.”

Jason nods and reaches into the car, helping Leo shift and then slide out of the seat, careful not to sit on the baby’s head, but there’s no way he’s making it inside. 

“Can you get us some towels? I think this is the farthest he’s going to make it.”

Leo’s mom nods and disappears into the house.

“I hate when you do this to me,” Jason chastises. Leo huffs, leaning against the passenger seat, swaying his hips a bit.

“At least we’re not at Disney.”

“Ha, like I was ever going to let that happen again.”

Leo chuckles then groans, bending his knees at the sudden drop in pressure on his hips. 

“Get my pants off.”

Jason does, careful not to disturb the baby, but then he’s cursing again and Leo wants to scream.

“What now?”

“The baby is breech. That’s not the head.” Suddenly all of the pain makes more sense. 

“Fuck…”

Leo groans, putting his head on his arms, and he lets gravity work for a few minutes, his mom coming back with towels and water. She sees the predicament and curses, clearly just as concerned. 

“We should call an ambulance. This could be dangerous.”

Leo shakes his head though, determined to not do that again either. 

“No, I can do this. I just need some time.”

His mom and Jason share a look, but neither one of them go against Leo’s wishes. 

“Jason, can you help with the legs? Don’t pull on them, but help them out,” Leo hisses, pushing with the contraction. It’s so much tighter, more lopsided. His hips are aching so bad too…

“Ah, fuck, that fucking hurts!”

Jason rubs his back, unable to do much else. Leo really does appreciate it, so very much. But he can’t form the words for that right now.

“I can see them moving when you push. Just go slow. Don’t try to rush it.”

Leo sobs but nods. He’s done this 4 times already. He can do it again. Even if he has to try a little harder. 

With the next contraction, he squats down a little lower, widening his stance, and the shift helps push the pressure lower. Jason’s fingers press past his too tight rim, wiggling the legs, and Leo bites down on his shirt to keep himself from screaming. He feels like he’s ripping open.

There’s a shift in pressure, one of Jason’s fingers pushes further in, and then there’s a sudden release in pressure as the legs fall out of him. Half of his baby is dangling out of him and he’s butt ass naked in his driveway.

“Why do my babies keep trying to show off my junk to strangers?”

Jason chokes out a laugh, and even Leo’s mom cracks a smile, but then it’s time to push again and Leo struggles. 

The pain is different, more intense and sharp, but the mechanics are almost the same. Leo pushes with the contractions, and tries his best to let gravity do most of the work. 

Jason holds the little one, another little boy, and keeps him from getting hurt. The arms slip out with some help, and then the head is there, stretching him wide open.

“Go slow, I’ve got him. Don’t push too hard.”

Leo can’t muster the energy for words. He gives small, short pushes, the bowling ball between his cheeks spreading him slowly. It hurts so bad. His thighs are shaking, his knees barely strong enough to keep squatting, but then suddenly the baby is out.

There’s a second of silence, and then a squeal so loud it echoes.

“Oh my god,” Leo groans, falling to his knees in the driveway. His mom is suddenly there, pressing a towel to his hole. It’s so stretched he can barely feel it. 

“He’s beautiful, Leo. Look.”

Leo’s chest is heaving but he looks up, seeing his husband holding their 5th child in his big hands. The sight is just so perfect. 

“He really, really is.”

**

Leo ends up at the hospital anyway. He needs a checkup and so does Matthew, their newest little addition. He’s smaller than the other kids were when they were born, but the doctors dismissed him with a clean bill of health, much to Leo and Jason’s relief. They gave Leo some cream to help with the pain, made sure everything looked okay, and then they released him as well. 

And then it was up to Leo and Jason to start all over again, finding a new routine that would work for everyone. 

It’s hard. It always is. But despite it all, they make it work. And Jason, as always, is the perfect doting husband. Leo is lucky to have found him. 

She pulled down the top of her nightgown and settled on the couch to nurse the twins, spreading her legs wide, breathing through contractions while they suckled. "Haaaaah haaaaah," she blew out, milk flowing freely.

After they finished, she waddled back to the kitchen to start dinner, chopping vegetables with trembling hands, stopping to grip the counter as another contraction peaked. "Ungh… oh god…" she groaned, feeling the urge to push building.

She was stirring pasta when the front door flew open. Hank stepped through, grocery bags in hand. "Babe, I'm—"

Lilly threw her head back and screamed, her body convulsing as her water broke in a dramatic gush across the floor, soaking her nightgown. "Ah! Fuck! My water!"

Hank froze in the doorway, grocery bags in his hands, staring at the pool spreading beneath his wife. "Jack!" he called out gently but firmly over his shoulder. "Take everyone upstairs. Now."

Jack, nineteen and already experienced at this, immediately began corralling his siblings. "Come on, everyone. Upstairs. Emma, grab the twins."

The children disappeared upstairs without question while Hank dropped the groceries and rushed to Lilly's side.

They had never wanted their children to see her give birth, especially after years ago when the eighth baby had come so fast that Lilly ended up delivering standing in the driveway, her cunt stretching obscenely as the baby's head crowned between her legs, all the children watching from the doorway as she bore down and screamed, Hank diving to catch the baby just before it hit the concrete, her pussy gaping wide as the afterbirth splattered onto the driveway.

"Okay, babe," Hank said, his voice steady as he took in her state. "Let's get you to the bedroom."

"Ungh… yes…" Lilly groaned, one hand pressed between her legs, feeling the pressure building. "First one's coming, first one's coming!" She leaned on him, waddling toward their room, huffing and puffing with every step, more fluid trickling down her legs. "Hoo hoo hoo… oh god… haaaaah haaaaah…"

They made it to the bedroom, Lilly leaning heavily on Hank, her nightgown soaked and clinging to her massive belly, her large veiny breasts leaking milk through the fabric. She stopped at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide, her hand still pressed between them.

"I need to push," she gasped, her body bearing down involuntarily. "Hank… the baby's right there…"

Hank helped her onto the bed, spreading her thighs wide with one hand while dialing Ruth with the other, putting it on speaker. "Small pushes, babe," he said gently, his voice thick with excitement. "I'm calling Ruth now."

He pushed her nightgown up, exposing her swollen pussy and her heavy breasts, the nipples dripping milk, her belly heaving with each contraction. Something dark pressed against her entrance. "Oh fuck," he breathed, seeing the baby's head crowning already, his cock straining hard against his jeans.

"Ruth, it's happening," Hank said into the phone, his eyes locked on Lilly's stretching pussy. "She's crowning. Can you get here fast?"

"Two hours?" Hank's voice rose, then he took a breath, steadying himself. "Okay, okay, just… drive safe but hurry, Ruth. She's already pushing."

He set the phone down, turning his full attention to Lilly, his hands gentle on her massive belly. "Just us, babe," he whispered, his voice steady. "Ruth's two hours out. Small pushes now. Let me guide you."

Lilly huffed and puffed, her breath coming in short bursts. "Hoo hoo hoo… okay… okay…" She bore down instinctively, her face contorting as her pussy stretched around the baby's head, the crown slowly emerging, wet and dark with hair, milk spraying from her breasts with the effort. "Hnnngghh… hnnngghh… fuck…"

"That's it," Hank encouraged, his free hand supporting the baby's head, feeling her stretch around the bulk, his cock throbbing against his jeans. "Small push… small…"

"Hnnngghh!" Lilly grunted, pushing in short bursts, the baby inching out slowly, her tissues burning, more milk leaking from her breasts in steady streams. "Ah! It's burning! Hoo hoo hoo… hoo hoo hoo…"

"You're doing so good, babe," Hank whispered, his eyes dark with arousal. "Breathe through it… small push now…"

"Hnnngghh!" Lilly screamed, pushing again, the head stretching her wider, slowly emerging, the hair visible, the crown fully out. "Ah! Fuck!"

"The head's out," Hank breathed, his hands supporting the baby. "Small push… shoulders now…"

"Hnnngghh!" Lilly grunted, pushing hard, the shoulders emerging slowly, stretching her, then the body sliding out in a wet rush of fluid, Hank catching the tiny body against his chest. "Ah! Fuck!"

"First one's here," Hank whispered, his voice trembling, holding the baby up for Lilly to see, the cord thick and pulsing between them. "Our boy."

Lilly collapsed back, panting, her breasts still leaking milk, her pussy still swollen and open, already contracting for the next baby. "Oh god… oh god… four more…"

Hank placed the first baby on Lilly's chest, helping her position him at her breast. The newborn latched on immediately, suckling as Lilly's belly hardened with another contraction.

"Oh god… next one…" she panted, her breath coming in short huffs. "Hoo hoo hoo… it's coming…"

Hank watched her, his cock straining painfully against his jeans, precum already soaking through the fabric. He unbuttoned his pants, letting his cock spring free, thick and dripping.

"Really, Hank?" Lilly breathed, a laugh mixed with her contraction.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly, his hand between her legs. "Goddamn, babe, you're so fucking hot nursing and pushing at the same time…"

Lilly bore down, her face contorting, milk spraying from both breasts as the first baby nursed and the second baby's head began to crown. "Hnnngghh… hnnngghh… fuck…"

Hank watched her pussy stretch around the head, the crown emerging slowly, inch by inch, her tissues straining around the bulk. Then as she let up, gasping "hoo hoo hoo," the head receded slightly, sucked back inside. "It's going back," she whimpered.

"Small push again," Hank coached, precum dripping steadily from his cock onto the bed. "Bring it back out…"

"Hnnngghh!" Lilly grunted, pushing again, the head re-emerging, stretching her wider, her burning entrance wrapping around the crown. "Ah! Ah! Hoo hoo hoo… hoo hoo hoo…"

"That's it… so slow…" Hank encouraged, his eyes locked on her stretching pussy, the head half out, glistening. He wrapped his hand around his own cock, pumping slowly, squeezing hard at the base to keep himself from coming, breathing through his nose. "Push again babe…"

"Hnnngghh!" Lilly bore down, the head emerging fully, staying out this time, her pussy lips wrapped tight around the bulk. The first baby still nursed at her breast, milk leaking down her sides in streams. "Ah! Ah! It's out… hoo hoo hoo…"

"Rest, babe," Hank whispered, precum pooling beneath him, his hand still gripping his cock. "Let it come…"

Lilly panted, her belly heaving, the head resting there, stretching her open. Then another contraction built. "Hnnngghhaaaaahhh…" she grunted, pushing a bit too fast and hard that the head popped out with a gush of fluids and the the shoulders emerging inch by inch, the massive torso following, stretching her burning entrance. "Ah! Ah! Fuck!"

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