I love preggos

The day before your birthday I began to feel cramps. Nothing too strong, but enough for me to notice that tensing of muscles beneath the swell of my belly, the dull ache like a period cramp twisting my insides. I wasn’t worried, it was our first baby, even if they were real contractions there was no guarantee they’d continue or be productive. But just in case, I moved all of our plans. Even though your birthday was tomorrow, on some level I must have known what was going to happen. I changed the dinner reservations, the cinema tickets, and moved them a day earlier. You accepted the excuse I gave - about discounts and buy-one-get-one-free offers - not questioning your heavily pregnant wife. Anything for an easy life. 

The contractions however… they didn’t really stop. In the shower before dinner I was leaning against the tile and breathing my way through them. My hips moving in slow circles and letting the warm water ease the constant ache in my lower back. They weren’t too frequent but definitely more noticeable. Soon my make up was done, my hair was clipped, my dress tight in all the right places, and you were none the wiser that we were getting closer to becoming parents. 

Dinner went by quickly, even with the regular contractions I was ravenous. As if my body knew that I needed sustenance to keep my strength up. We laughed and joked, recalling memories, planning our future. It was perfect. You had a steak and your favourite bourbon, your smile bright behind the beard as you gazed upon me and my bump. 

Walking to the cinema from the restaurant took more effort than I’d hoped. The baby’s head was so low I could feel it with every heavy step that I took, right between my hips. You didn’t rush me, allowed me to move at whatever pace I needed and kept your arm firm around my waist. Your thumb affectionately rubbing the side of the bump that was keeping the fabric of my dress stretched to its maximum. When the wave of tightness peaked I kept on walking, breathing slowly and holding you tight. “Just more braxton hicks” I said airily, before you could question. 

Sitting in the cinema seat wasn’t comfortable. They were large wide seats, so that wasn’t the issue, it was the ache in my pelvis making it impossible to sit straight. My legs naturally spread, the evidence of your baby low and heavy between my thighs. You got us drinks and snacks, tapped my belly affectionately before holding my hand, knowing I’d be scared. You knew I didn’t like scary films, but it was your birthday so I agreed to go. Throughout the movie I gripped your hand tight, but it wasn’t due to the jump scares happening on screen. The contractions were becoming more regular, more insistent, and each one seemed to shift the baby just that fraction lower. You didn’t seem to notice how often I was wriggling in my seat, my hand cradling my bump while the other interlocked my fingers with yours and held you close. I really didn’t like scary films, which right now helped to cover the fact that I was slipping further and further into active labour. 

At the end of the movie the lights came on and you helped me to stand. In my haste to move off the damn seat I knocked my drink out the holder on the arm of the seat, sending it flying across my lap and onto the floor. I was soaked. We both laughed, a soft grunt coming from my throat as I rose to my feet. Neither of us realised that at that moment, my waters broke. 

By the time we got home it was getting harder to keep the contractions from you. I was so focused on giving you a perfect birthday I didn’t dare time them, but even without a clock I knew they were getting closer. Standing in the kitchen getting myself a glass of water I found my hips rocking and I made a soft humming sound. You must have taken that as a cue, not that I was in labour but to put music on. Your hands gently rested on my shoulders, massaging them before working down to my waist and spinning me to face you. “H-have you had a nice day?” I asked, the tail end of a contraction making my breathing heavier than normal. You kissed me and held me close, wrapping your hands around my waist and swaying us both in time to the music. 

It was wonderful. The moment was so calm and peaceful, safe in the privacy of our own home, knowing your birthday was tomorrow and I could then give you the best present of all. Delivering your own baby on your birthday just like you wanted. Being so relaxed in your embrace my guard slipped. The next contraction that struck made my whole body tighten, my hands lacing behind your neck as I used you as a crutch, rocking and moaning through the wave that pressed right down between my legs. 

You didn’t say anything at first, let me move and moan as I needed, but the look you gave me when it was over - the mix of excitement and worry and scolding when you realised I’d be actively hiding my contractions. I tried to explain how I wanted you to have all the birthday treats we’d planned, but another contraction happened so fast after the last that my knees buckled. The groan that came from my mouth was low, deep, a sign of just how far the baby had dropped. 

We were planning a home birth anyway, but all our supplies were either in our bedroom or the nursery. You helped me to move once the contraction ended, knowing we needed to be upstairs. It was slow moving, I hadn’t fully realised just how wide my gait had gotten over the course of the evening. Half way up the flight of steps I had to stop, immediately bending forward to grip the carpet and planting my knees wide on a lower step. “How long have you been in labour darlin’?” You asked, rubbing my back as I worked through the contraction as best I could. “Unghh…. All—day— ooooohhh” I breathed out, trying to pant through the pressure that was getting exponentially worse. 

I had to crawl the rest of the way up the stairs, unable to stand upright with how tight and firm my belly was staying. It felt like there was no break between the waves any more… but that couldn’t be right, labour was supposed to take days. I wanted to give birth on your birthday, to deliver you the best and most perfect present. I didn’t know the time but I knew we were still a while away from midnight. The baby would simply have to wait. I’d put in too much effort to time this whole thing, they weren’t ruining it for me now. 

I staggered rather ungainly into our bedroom making a beeline for our king size bed. Palms against the mattress I hummed long and deep with another twisting contraction, shifting trying to escape the deep pressure between my legs. You stayed right by my side, hands on my hips as I rocked them, whispering encouraging words in my ear. You didn’t panic… or if you did you didn’t let it show. You were my rock, my iron pillar of strength, and boy was I needing it now. 

“T-tub—” I panted out, “fill the tub.” 

I had meant the birth pool but instead you ran off into our en-suite and I heard water running into our bath. It wasn’t what I wanted but perhaps you knew I was closer to giving birth than I was admitting, perhaps you knew we wouldn’t have time to fill the giant birth pool we had bought. By the time you came back I was clawing at my clothing trying to get them off. Everything felt too constricted, too tight, the damn dress I had chosen for dinner now felt like a straight jacket. The next contraction was already happening before either of us could get anywhere with the zip on my dress. All I could do was lean into the mattress, shoving my hips right back against you, and growl as the pressure amplified between my hips. 

God! It felt like I could almost push…. I started panting through the notion, firmly ignoring the idea. That wasn’t happening, not now. It wasn’t your birthday yet! I begged you to hold my hips, to squeeze them together against the feeling of my pelvis being widened around the skull of our baby. Your body pressed against mine, I could smell your cologne, the feel of your hands on my hips and your closeness keeping me from spiralling out of control. 

“I think I need to check ya darlin’” you cooed softly, quietly, as if you didn’t want to spook a wounded animal. 

“No!” I grit my teeth, circling my hips and panting heavily. “I’m fine!” 

“You sure about that honey? You’re sounding awfully like you need to push…?” 

Lifting my head I glanced at the clock on my bedside table, sweat dampening my hair and sticking to my cheek. 11:15pm, dammit. “No… don’t need p-push….” 

When the bath had filled you asked if I wanted to move to the bathroom and get in the tub. The idea of warm water cushioning the pain in my hips sounded heavenly. I nodded. But the second I tried to move I shook my head and slammed my hands back against the mattress. Fuck… it feels like the baby is going to fall out of me! 

I bent over the mattress and lowered to my elbows, my hips sank backwards and my feet widened on the floor. “Oohhhhhh no….” I whimpered through yet another contraction that was trying to get me to push. Fists gripping sheets, breath sharp and erratic, I couldn’t cope. 

“Honey… you need to push.” You said calmly but firmly, your body encased mine as you stood behind me with your hands never leaving my hips. Your voice was a whisper over my shoulder and your lips nuzzled against the nape of my neck. 

“It—it’s not your b-birthday y-yet—” I cried into the duvet, feeling my own body begin to betray me. Muscles clenching around the weight in my womb, squeezing it down down down. 

“What’s my birthday got to do…. Oh darlin’.” An exasperated sigh came from your lips, followed by a quiet giggle. “I only said that as a joke and to make you feel better. To show you I wouldn’t mind if you went into labour on my birthday. I didn’t mean you had to hold the baby in until then. Is that why you won’t push?” 

I was too deep into labour to understand. You were saying words but my mind couldn’t process anything except the word push. My uterus contracted, my knees widened, my body bore down without permission. “No no no no!!!!” I jumped up, a shaky hand disappearing up my dress between my legs, instinctively cupping my entrance. It felt different, the shape, it… it was bulging. The head was right there! 

You saw my struggle, watched as I desperately clung to my plan, attempting to stop myself from pushing. “Darlin’… the baby is coming. You need to push.” You urged. “No!” I snapped through gritted teeth and pressed up between my legs. 

I didn’t notice your hand moving until it joined mine between my thighs. “It’s okay honey, I’ve got you.” You whispered, nudging my fingers away from the growing bulge of my underwear. The next contraction was starting and I was unsteady with only one hand on the mattress. Against my better judgement I let go of the emerging head and put both hands back on the mattress, trembling from head to toe as the wave of pressure took full control of my body. Your hand cupped gently between my thighs and I heard your sharp intake of breath as you felt the evidence of my labouring. Our baby, sitting just inside my body waiting to come out. 

“You can push darlin’, I won’t let em come out.” Your buttery soft voice completely evaporated any resolve I had left. My muscles were pushing before any conscious decision was made, the act primal and desperate and completely outside of my control. I grunted with effort, the sound gravelled and powerful and I felt your body shiver behind me. 

Once the floodgates had been opened there was no more holding back. Every contraction had me bearing down against your palm, bringing more and more of the head into your hand. Heavy, undeniable, stretching me wider and wider beneath my underwear. I could feel every millimetre of progress, but I could also feel the counterpressure of your hand as it gently cupped upwards against my skin. The baby was coming, the sheer fact was burning between my legs, and yet you weren’t letting too much progress be made. 

“Unnnghhh—it’s—gonna fall out!!!!” 

“No it ain’t, I got you… I got the baby… and they ain’t coming until you say so okay?” 

We stood beside our king size bed, fully clothed, wrapped around each other as I pushed over and over into your palm. It was primal and natural and wonderful and intimate. Every sound I made was music to your ears and you kissed my neck and shoulders every time a beautiful grunt of effort slipped from my throat. Time stood completely still. There was only us, our baby, and this moment. 

And then the moment was broken, a ringing sound coming from my phone in my handbag that had been cast aside when we entered the bedroom. I was confused who would be calling me at this time before I remembered the alarm. I had set a reminder to go off at midnight - when it was officially your birthday. I lifted my head, sweaty and flushed, panting heavily between contractions. Looking over my shoulder I saw your twinkling eyes as you held me. 

“Happy B-Birthday my love…” I whispered through a soft giggle. Fully aware of how ridiculous this whole thing was. 

You kissed me, deep and passionately, one hand around my bump while the other was keeping our baby from crowning. The next contraction began while we were kissing and I grunted into your mouth as my body bore down once more. You pulled away, grinning like the cat who got the cream. 

“Are you ready to have a baby now darlin?” 

Before I could even answer, your hand softened its counterpressure, staying close but no longer holding back the inevitable. Immediately I pushed, wild and primal, spreading my knees wide as I bore down with everything that I had. So full, so heavy, so stretched… It was incredible. There was only one way out and I submitted completely to Mother Nature with your strong arms holding me up as I worked to bring forth our babe. Within seconds the head reached its widest point and I cried out as it scolded my skin, white hot flames between my legs. But then it stopped, replaced with sheer unbridled relief as the whole baby came out fully in one go right into the gusset of my underwear. 

He laid Dawson down first, then Daniel, adjusting the blankets around their small bodies with gentle hands. The twins stirred briefly, but Ryder leaned over the crib’s rails and spoke to them. “Daddy’s here,” he whispered, and his voice immediately soothed them.

Cooper stood nearby, strangely moved by the scene: the massively muscular young man leaning over a crib, whispering to his babies until they drifted to sleep.

Ryder then pushed himself upright with a groan and rested both hands against his belly for a moment before turning toward the door. “Next room,” he said with a tired smile.

The bedroom belonging to Cameron, Caleb, and Carter was a little brighter, decorated with colorful animals painted along the walls.

Ryder knelt slowly in front of the three boys despite the obvious effort it took. His knees spread wider to make room for his middle as he opened his arms. “C’mere,” he said softly.

Each child took their turn hugging and kissing their daddy.

“Goodnight, kiddos,” Ryder said. “Love y’all. And remember to stay in bed till morning.”

The boys nodded, clearly familiar with the routine. Cooper helped tuck them under their blankets while Ryder sat in one of their beds. Another contraction hit while he sat there, forcing him to pause mid-sentence. His breathing changed, becoming slower and more strained.

Cooper noticed. “You okay?” he asked.

Ryder nodded, though he kept his eyes closed for a moment longer before the tension passed. “Still okay,” he said. “Just getting closer.”

They moved on to the next room, where Brandon, Bryce, and Blake immediately climbed into their beds.

Ryder leaned over each mattress, moving more slowly as his stance was wider for balance. “Goodnight, boys,” he said softly, tucking the blanket under Blake’s chin. “No sneaking out tonight. Okay?”

The boys grinned sleepily and nodded.

Ryder kissed each of their foreheads and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, telling them a quick story about a dragon who guarded a mountain full of toys. Cooper couldn’t help but smile all along, marveling at how well Ryder managed all the kids.

By the time they reached the last bedroom—the quadruplets’ room—Ryder’s breathing had grown heavier. His steps had slowed, and his hand rarely left his belly. Cooper stayed close beside him, ready to catch him if his balance shifted.

Adam, Austin, Aaron, and Axel were soon under their blankets, waiting for their goodnight kiss and hug. But they had questions tonight.

“Daddy,” Adam said. “Are the babies coming tonight?”

Ryder leaned against the wall for a moment before walking to the beds. “Probably,” he admitted. “They’re thinking about it,” he said, and the boys giggled.

“Will they be big?” Austin asked.

“Pretty sure they will,” Ryder said with a soft laugh. “All of you were.”

Aaron looked thoughtful. “Will they cry a lot?”

“Sometimes,” Ryder answered. “But that’s how they talk when they’re little.”

He sat carefully on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to catch his breath while answering each question. His hand rubbed his middle slowly as the babies inside shifted. When the questions finally ran out, he kissed each of the boys goodnight and reminded them that in the morning, there might be two new brothers waiting to meet them.

Cooper watched the scene unfold as a new warmth spread in his heart.

Once the door closed behind them, Ryder exhaled heavily and leaned against the wall. “Okay,” he said under his breath. “That was harder than I wanted it to look.”

Cooper got by his side. “You don’t have to pretend now,” he said.

Ryder laughed softly. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I’m definitely more in labor than I let on in front of them.” He took a deeper breath and rubbed his belly again as another contraction built slowly beneath his hands. When it passed, he looked at Cooper, noticing how the young man looked ready to catch him if he fell. “How much do you weigh?” he asked suddenly.

“185,” Cooper answered.

“Alright,” Ryder said with a small grin. “Let’s hope that’s enough to handle about 350 pounds of clumsiness.” He leaned carefully against Cooper’s shoulder, testing the support.

Cooper grunted under the weight but adjusted his stance until he found solid balance.

“Okay,” Ryder said, sounding impressed. “You’re stronger than you look.”

“Thanks,” Cooper said proudly.

Together they took a few steps down the hall, but then Ryder stopped suddenly in front of another door. “Wait,” he said. “I want to show you something.”

He pushed the door open to show Cooper the nursery already prepared for the babies who were about to arrive. Two small cribs stood side by side, and painted stars decorated the walls. Above the cribs, two names were written across in beautiful font: Ethan and Evan.

Cooper stared for a moment. “You already picked their names,” he asked.

Ryder nodded, smiling. “Had some time to think about it.” He leaned against the doorway, rubbing his belly as another contraction tightened slowly.

Cooper hesitated before speaking once the tightening eased. “May I ask you something kind of personal?”

“Sure,” Ryder said.

Cooper looked back toward the hallway where the kids were sleeping. “What do your parents really think about all this? The pregnancies, all the kids, and the different dads.”

Ryder chuckled. “At first? They were furious,” he admitted. “I was still in high school when the first pregnancy happened. It was a lot for them.” He shrugged. “The second time, they were still shocked, but not as angry. After that, they’ve been supportive to say the least. They still give me lectures sometimes about how I’ve been reckless, but they love their grandkids, all of them.” He paused for a moment. “The thing that bothers them most is that I don’t have an actual relationship,” he admitted, with a shy smile.

Cooper looked surprised. “They want you to date?”

“They want me to find someone stable, a boyfriend,” Ryder said. “Someone who actually wants to stay.” He laughed softly. “My dad often says that once I find the right person, I can have as many kids as I want. It’s a joke, but you get the point.”

Cooper blinked. “So, you need to find a boyfriend?”

Ryder shrugged. “Yeah. But I don’t know who would sign up for this level of chaos.”

“I would.” The words slipped out before Cooper could stop them.

Ryder froze.

For a moment, they looked at each other. Cooper felt his heart pounding so hard he thought it might burst from his chest. His face turned red as a tomato, but he couldn’t look away. Ryder’s eyes fixed on Cooper, blinking repeatedly as if trying to understand whether what he had just heard was real. The attraction between them had been building all evening, but now it was undeniable.

Ryder’s breathing had slowed as if he had forgotten for a second that he had been in the middle of labor. For a brief moment, it almost felt like they might lean toward each other to kiss.

Then Ryder’s expression changed when a contraction hit.

He folded forward with a deep groan that he clearly tried to swallow but couldn’t. His knees spread instinctively, and his large hands grabbed onto Cooper’s shoulders as if they were the only steady thing nearby. His whole body tensed while the contraction pushed through him with a strength that made his breath shake.

And then there was a sudden warm rush between Ryder’s legs. The liquid spread instantly through his pants, darkening the fabric before spilling down his thighs. It ran quickly down his calves and splashed against the floor. Within seconds, a clear puddle began forming at Ryder’s feet as he froze. He looked down, watching the spreading water with wide eyes before slowly lifting his eyes back to Cooper.

“My water just broke,” Ryder said between breaths. “The babies are coming fast.” He swallowed hard. “Last few times it barely took an hour after this,” he added softly.

Cooper straightened immediately. “Then we need to get you to bed.”

They continued down the hallway toward Ryder’s bedroom.

By the time they reached the bedroom door, Ryder’s steps had shortened even more. His stance widened further as his body adjusted to the pressure building low in his hips. Cooper helped him inside and closed the door behind them.

Ryder exhaled slowly as he stepped toward the bed and then looked down. “I think I should get these pants off,” he said. “Do you mind helping?”

Cooper nodded quickly, but his hands were shaky. He crouched in front of Ryder and began pulling the soaked pants down. The waistband slid past Ryder’s thighs and knees before the fabric dropped to the floor. Removing the underwear took even longer as Cooper struggled to believe he was actually doing this. He had forgotten how to breathe and how to move, and as more of Ryder’s skin came into view, Cooper struggled to think clearly.

Once the last of the wet clothing was out of the way, Ryder straightened carefully.

For a moment, Cooper stood there looking up at him. Without the clothes, there was nothing softening the scale of Ryder’s body. He was enormous in the most literal sense of the word—tall, broad, and heavily swollen. His shoulders were wide enough to make Cooper feel as thin as a stick. Ryder’s hips were broad, powerful, and deliciously rounded. His belly was perfectly round and heavy, and the navel pushed outward from the pressure within.

Then it was the lower body—impressive to say the least. The thighs were massive, and between them, Cooper saw a thick cock—about 7 inches soft—and plump balls the size of softballs that hung low, given their own weight. The sight was breathtaking, and Cooper realized he had stopped moving. He was staring openly.

Ryder noticed, despite the tightening in his belly. He let out a breath that turned into a small laugh. “You okay there?” he asked.

Cooper blinked quickly, and his face flushed red. “Yeah,” he said, slightly breathless. “Sorry. I just… I’m admiring.” He stood up, still stunned. “You’re impressive.”

Ryder shook his head, though the compliment clearly caught him off guard. “That’s a new one,” he said. “Thanks.”

Cooper got a little closer without thinking and reached out to touch Ryder’s belly. He slid his hands over the taut skin, feeling the babies shift inside as if responding to the contact. “You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” Cooper finally admitted. “And the best daddy ever.” He paused. “Anyone who ends up with you is going to be unbelievably lucky.”

Ryder’s cheeks flushed, something Cooper was starting to realize didn’t happen often.

For a moment, Ryder looked at him, clearly surprised by the honesty. Then he leaned forward and kissed Cooper. The kiss was deep and passionate. Cooper’s hands instinctively caressed Ryder’s sides while Ryder’s fingers cupped Cooper’s jaw. For a second, they forgot the drama and the chaos of labor, but Ryder’s body was still moving through it.

A contraction interrupted the moment, and Ryder bent forward slightly, gripping Cooper’s shoulder until it eased. “Maybe we pause that,” Ryder said through a breath, still smiling. “Labor tends to ruin the mood.”

Cooper chuckled. “We can continue later,” he said.

“Oh, we definitely will,” Ryder replied. He took a deep breath and gestured toward the bathroom. “Can you start the tub? Water births worked really well the last few times.”

Cooper nodded and helped Ryder sit down on the edge of the bed before hurrying into the bathroom. Ryder called out instructions between breaths, telling him where the towels were stored, where the clean scissors and clamps were kept, and which drawer held the medical gloves his parents had prepared. Cooper followed the instructions carefully, filling the tub with warm water and laying out the supplies exactly where Ryder said they should be.

When everything was ready, Cooper came back to the bedroom and froze.

Ryder was sitting at the edge of the bed, breathing through a contraction that was clearly stronger than the earlier ones. Even in pain, he still looked striking.

“Wow,” Cooper whispered, feeling his cock stirring in his pants.

Ryder looked up. “What?”

Cooper shook his head slowly. “I just can’t believe you’re real.”

That made Ryder laugh again, but the sound was short as another tightening began. “You’re going to make me blush in the middle of labor.”

Cooper got right before him and began rubbing his belly, the way he had seen people do in videos about childbirth. “I’m serious,” he said softly. “I’m still unsure if I’m dreaming.”

“Oh, believe me. This is all real.” Ryder sighed slightly at the pressure, but Cooper’s touch felt incredible. “That actually helps,” he admitted.

Cooper kept going, moving his hands along the round sides of Ryder’s belly, spreading his fingers wide to cover more of the round surface. The skin was tight, and now and then the babies shifted under his touch.

Ryder’s breathing began to settle as the massage continued. After a moment, he tilted his hips forward and made a small motion with his hand, silently showing Cooper where the soreness was worst. Cooper followed the instruction, sliding his hands down from the belly to Ryder’s hips. He pressed his thumbs into the thick flesh there, kneading the sore spots.

Ryder let out a long breath. “Oh, yes,” he breathed out. “Your hands are magic.” Little by little, the tension in Ryder’s posture eased, and his breathing found a calmer rhythm again.

But the labor was progressing fast.

Ryder’s calm control began to crack around the edges as the pressure grew stronger. His body trembled slightly during the next contraction, and when it ended, he took a deep breath. “Help me get to the tub,” he said. “It’s time.”

Cooper helped him stand again. Ryder’s legs spread wide to make space for his belly, and walking had become a slow shuffle. Each step required concentration. They made their way into the bathroom together. By the time they reached the tub, Cooper was supporting most of Ryder’s weight. Ryder’s legs had to spread very wide to keep his balance, and every small shift made him groan. The muscles in his thighs trembled from the effort.

“The baby’s right there,” Ryder whispered, strained as another contraction built low in his hips. “I can feel him right between my hips.”

“Just breathe,” Cooper said quickly, even though he wasn’t sure if he was saying the right thing. “Slow breaths. In and out. You’re doing great.” It sounded like something he had heard a hundred times on television shows, but Ryder nodded anyway.

Getting into the tub turned out to be a careful process. With Cooper supporting most of his weight, Ryder carefully lowered one foot into the water. Then the other leg followed, and slowly, he lowered himself down until the water reached his hips. His massive belly rose above the surface like a dome while he leaned back against the side of the tub.

For a moment, he stayed there, letting the water help his muscles loosen slightly. “Good,” he said finally, still breathless. “That’s much better.”

He shifted again, gripping the sides of the tub while carefully adjusting his position until he was lying back more comfortably with his thighs spread wide to give the babies room to come out. Then, he immediately felt the first baby moving lower into his birth canal.

Cooper watched the whole adjustment in stunned silence for a moment. The sight of the massive man bracing himself in the tub, breathing through the pain, was almost hypnotic.

Ryder noticed the look after a second and managed a breathy half‑smile despite the tension building in his body. “You might want to take your clothes off,” he said between breaths. “Things are probably going to get messy, and they’ll get all wet.”

Cooper blinked, snapping out of the daze he had slipped into. “Oh—right,” he said.

He hesitated for a second, clearly realizing what that meant, then started pulling his shirt off and dropping it to the floor. His pants and underwear soon followed. When he straightened again, standing beside the tub fully naked, the moment flipped unexpectedly.

Ryder froze.

Even through the pressure of labor, his eyes traveled slowly up Cooper’s body, scanning his whole frame, the firm lines of muscle across his torso, and the massive cock hanging between his legs, looking monstrous even in a half-hard state.

Cooper felt the heat rush straight into his face. “What?” he asked. “Something’s wrong?”

Ryder shook his head, still breathing steadily. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said, with a hint of a grin. “Actually… Everything’s right. Very, very right.”

That only made Cooper blush harder, but the moment didn’t last long because Ryder’s expression tightened again as the contraction hit him hard, dragging his focus right back to the work his body was doing. His head tipped back, and his fingers tightened around the edges of the tub as the pressure took over his body.

Cooper knelt beside the tub without hesitation and took Ryder’s hand, holding it firmly.

Ryder clearly knew what his body was doing, focusing on his breathing and listening to the signals his body gave him. Cooper stayed beside him the entire time, supporting his shoulders and doing his best to follow Ryder’s instructions.

Eventually, Ryder’s breathing began to change again. His eyes focused somewhere beyond the ceiling for a moment while he listened to what his body was telling him. One hand tightened around Cooper’s as another wave built through his hips.

“Okay,” Ryder said after a long breath. “The first baby’s crowning.”

Cooper’s heart jumped so hard he felt it in his throat. For a second, he looked like he might freeze completely, but Ryder squeezed his hand, and that snapped him back into motion.

“Right,” Cooper said quickly. “Okay. What should I do?”

Another contraction hit Ryder, and this time he didn’t fight it. He leaned forward in the tub as the pressure pushed lower. “You’ll see the head first,” he said between breaths, calm despite the strain. “Just don’t panic. Okay?”

“I’m not panicking,” Cooper said quickly, but his voice betrayed him a little.

Ryder pushed again, and his shoulders tightened with the effort.

Cooper leaned closer without realizing it, looking between Ryder’s thick thighs. When the first glimpse of the baby appeared, he gasped in shock. “Damn—” he whispered.

Ryder laughed softly even through the effort. “Told you.”

The next push brought more of the baby forward, and the tiny head slowly emerged into the warm water. Cooper’s fear shifted into something else then—full awe. He followed Ryder’s instructions carefully, sliding his hands under the baby as the body finally slipped free. For a moment, he froze and stared at the small, wet newborn in his hands, stunned by the sudden weight of a brand-new life.

“Lift him up,” Ryder said, catching his breath.

Cooper did exactly that, lifting the baby from the water and placing him against Ryder’s broad and rounded chest.

The newborn cried immediately.

Ryder laughed softly through tears of relief, pulling the tiny body close against him. “Hi, Ethan,” he whispered, brushing damp hair from the baby’s forehead.

Cooper watched them for a moment, completely amazed, before Ryder reminded him about the cord. His hands trembled slightly as he followed Ryder’s instructions to clamp and cut it, but he managed it carefully.

“You did well,” Ryder said, smiling.

Cooper let out a shaky breath. “I think I’m going to need a minute after this.”

But there wasn’t time. Another contraction came only a minute later.

“Sorry. Can’t,” Ryder said. “Second one’s ready.”

Cooper tensed but moved into position immediately, holding Ryder’s hand while the next push came. The second baby arrived faster, almost in a rush, compared to the first. Cooper caught the newborn the same way he had before, lifting the small body carefully from the water with much more confidence this time.

“Welcome, Evan,” Ryder said as he pulled the second baby close beside his brother.

Cooper was still stunned, but the scene was too beautiful not to look at.

A few minutes later, almost at midnight, Ryder leaned back against the tub after delivering the placenta, holding both newborn boys against his chest. Cooper rested beside him, still gently rubbing Ryder’s now‑softened middle.

Ryder looked down at his sons and then up at Cooper. “Thanks, Cooper,” he said. “And I’m sorry for making your Valentine’s Day weird.”

Cooper smiled, leaned in, and kissed Ryder’s lips. “It was the best Valentine’s Day ever,” he said firmly. “And remember, we have something pending.”

Ryder nodded. “Don’t worry,” he said, almost buzzing with excitement. “We have plenty of time for that.” A smirk appeared on his lips. “My parents texted a couple of hours ago. Since I was already home, they decided not to come until tomorrow morning.”

“Wait.” Cooper straightened a bit. “They didn’t know you were in labor?”

Ryder shook his head. “I didn’t want to scare you even more,” he added. “But I knew we would be alone all night. What we’ll do from now on is up to you.”

Cooper went speechless for a moment, then grinned wider than ever.

A while later, after the babies had been cleaned, wrapped, and settled into their cribs in the nursery, the house finally grew quiet. Cooper had helped Ryder wash the last traces of the birth from his skin, and now both were in Ryder’s bed, smiling at each other—aware of what was about to happen.

Ryder lay back against the pillows, with his thighs spread even more than before. His body was still thick everywhere, but without the pregnant belly pulling forward, he seemed lighter somehow. The skin of his middle was softer now, but still impressive. His tits were fuller than ever, even after feeding the newborns. Everything was swollen and sore, and amid the chaos, his cock was hard now—11 inches of thick man meat.

Cooper climbed onto the bed, leaning over Ryder and settling right between his thighs. For a moment, he only looked down at him, almost in disbelief. It was still hard to understand how such a handsome man like Ryder was even real, but here he was—stunning and open for Cooper to fuck him.

“You sure about this?” Cooper whispered.

“Since the moment I walked through the front door and saw you,” Ryder responded. “And when I saw that cock. Damn. That sealed the deal.” He widened his eyes and smirked. “11.5 inches soft, almost 16 when hard, and 10 inches thick. How is that even possible?”

“Says the guy who just gave birth to twin boys,” Cooper responded, brushing his monster cock against Ryder’s perineum.

“Fair,” Ryder said, reaching up to wrap his strong arms around Cooper’s neck.

“Now, what do you say if we change that statement?” Cooper said, leaning in to kiss Ryder’s lips. “Let’s make you the guy who gives birth again in 9 months.”

“Sounds like you stole my thoughts,” Ryder replied, feeling Cooper’s cock right at the entrance of his hole. “Come on. Give me all you’ve got.”

Cooper smiled and slowly pushed forward, burying his cock into Ryder’s hole. He had no experience, but the moans escaping Ryder’s mouth suggested he was doing just fine.

“Oh, fuck!” Ryder cried out, feeling his guts rearranging around the biggest cock he had ever seen—by far. “And I thought this was going to be a boring Valentine’s Day.”

Cooper kissed Ryder’s lips again. “It’s been the best,” he said between kisses as his whole cock slid into Ryder. “I found my Valentine,” he whispered. “My very pregnant Valentine.”

Ryder’s breath was short as he adjusted to the massive intruder. “And I found—” he began, but loud moans cut his words.

“You found the boyfriend you were looking for,” Cooper said firmly, slowly bucking his hips as Ryder’s eyes rolled into his head in pleasure. “One who’s staying forever.”

“You look incredible.” You say, the words coming before you think. Your privates ache with need for him, and you see his member twitch. “I don't feel incredible… fuck…” he groaned, the contraction passing. “I never wanted to feel this, what this was like. Any of it.”

“Is it that bad?” You ask, and he grimaces. “mostly, yea. It's almost over, I just need it done…” he takes a moment. “I… like how you're looking at me, though. You really do like this, huh?”

You nod. You’ve liked him a long time. He's radiant. Masculine and in hard labor. He's worked so hard to make everything how he wanted,  His body is… perfect. Even if it hurts him to know he's pregnant, you've never seen anyone more sexy than this hairy, strong, powerful man you’d played games with, joked with, drank with, talked about chicks with.

You remember he's bi. Fuck. Are you bi? You want to touch his T-dick so bad it *hurts*, not because it's a clit, but because it's his laboring, birthing *cock*. And you need to suck it, reward him for being such a good boy, birthing like this with you.

You get on your knees. Move closer. His belly tightens in a contraction, he groans in pain. You see his body tense as he pushes. He's *giving birth*, right now, this man is about to feel a baby he never wanted slip out of him.

You kiss the tip of his cock.

Oh. God. It's perfect.

You moan as you part your lips, taking him inside. Fuck, he’s *so good*. It tastes so amazing, feels so soft but hard all at once. It strains in your mouth as he pushes and your tounge runs along the base, more slick, sweet birthing fluids coating it.

“FUCK!” He cries out, his legs shaky, and you feel his bump gently touch your head, another contraction over. His hand pats a shoulder, then the back of your head. “Dude, what… you said you wouldn't be weird!”

You take him deep as he groans in pleasure, then back to the very tip, where you say “nothing weird. Two friends doing what feels right.” He’s panting, quivering. "Maaan… You can't suck my dick while someone’s baby is coming out of my pussy!"

You take him deep again, running firm circles around the base as the cutest gasp comes from him. “You taste so good though… nobody needs to know. Our secret, right?” he leans back, resting more weight on you. “Nobody… needs to know… ngh… fuck… FUCK!”

He tenses. You go hard on him, feeling his T-dick strain once more as he pushed, gripping your hair tight. Gods, he’s SO strong, so amazing… he hid this for months, that must have been so hard… he needs to feel good. He deserves to feel good. You are more than happy to help.

Especially since helping feels so amazing. Your hand slides down your pants, finds your own privates. You touch yourself, pleasure surging as you feel him bearing down, the effort making his cock throb in your mouth, like the poor thing wanted to cum inside you but couldn't… that’s ok. It's perfect just how it is…

“Big push…” you manage to purr passed his member. “Big push, just like that… don't stop, don't stop…” his grunts are so deep and rough and masculine, his fingers gripping you so tight it hurts. “It's so fucking low!” He cries out, pulling you against him hard, filling your mouth with the flavor of his masculinity, blended with the slick sweetness of labor, childbirth.

His grip relaxes, he falls back, legs clearly shaky from the effort and your attentions. You cup his crotch, he opens his thighs to make room wordlessly. His pussy lips are so soft and swollen, bulging out obscenely, already a different shape than when he first exposed himself.

Your fingers graze along him. Soaking wet, slick, and straining. You let a fiber dip inside, and feel it. Slimy wet hair, coated with his arousal and birth juices. “It’s right there…” you say, the awe in your voice obvious.

“I feel it…” he replies, stroking your hair. “I feel it wants to come, that it's going to open me… this is so hard, it feels so violating… I never wanted a baby… I’m so scared… but I’m glad you’re with me…”

You kiss along his thighs, grazing his lower lips with your mouth. He shivers, before you feel the tension starting again in his legs, his groin, his back. You grab his hips, his butt, as you take him in your mouth again, pulling him into you as he grips your head with a cry of “It FUCKING HURTS SO BAD!!!”

You take him deep as he bears down, squatting slowly, opening his legs as you let one hand gently cup him. You can feel it, as his free hand finds your shoulder, putting his weight all on you. That wet, hard heat pressing into your hand. The oh-so-quiet, almost impossible to hear *shlick* of the head opening him, spreading him, wet skin on wet skin.

It drives you wild. He’s GIVING BIRTH. Your guy friend is feeling his lips spreading to let a baby emerge from his most intimate spot. It's happening right now, in front of you, you can TASTE IT in his throbbing, straining cock.

So many things race through your head. Some kind, some cruel. Some supportive and others utterly shameless. But the one you feel most is that this is perfect. This man is so painfully sexy, and you’re so glad you get to share this moment, even if it's one he never wanted to experience. Maybe even especially.

He bucks against you gently, his hips rocking for comfort as he grunts “don't want you, don't want you, get out get out get out of meeee…” you feel his burden responding, spreading him, crowning as his hips jerk.

Your friend hisses in a breath, “fucking burns so much, I can't do thissss…” You just caress the head, trace along where his vagina is opening, and murmur “you can, you're so close, it's almost over… get it out, recover, then we can go back to hanging out, ok?”

He takes an unsteady inhale, as his body relaxes. “I can… you’re right… I just have to go a bit more… it's our secret, right?” And you nod. Of course it is. You would never want to share a moment this perfect with anyone else.

A little more exploring his body. Staring in awe at the hair glistening from between his swollen lips, the head of a real baby emerging from him, before he began to tense once more.

As he once more filled the air with masculine desperation, you felt how close it was getting in a way you never expected. Inside your mouth, your friends dick began to change angle. Moving, pushing deeper, straining and shifting as the crowning head forced it to change position, everything taken over by the need to get this baby out of him, right now. His vagina only there to bring life into the world, whether he wants to or not.

His dick pulled itself out of your mouth with a pop, and you couldn't help but let out the most embarrassing, pathetic whimper of disappointment as that beautiful, perfect flavor, that exquisite hard softness, disappeared.

His T-dick was spreading at the base. His lips pulled tight. The head was at a full crown, and he was squeezing your shoulder, gripping your hair so hard it hurt. You knew it was nothing compared to what he was feeling, as his face reddened, his expression scrunched, before letting out a desperate, cracking shout, and…

The head erupted from your friends pussy in a gush of fluids. He sank into a deep, deep squat, still pushing, and as you watched, the shoulders rotated, and began to slide out.

You barely got your hands out in time to catch the emerging newborn, the remaining amniotic fluids tricking into your wrists and hands. You lifted the baby, looking for a way to clamp and cut the cord, trying to remember where the fire station was and the fastest way to get there.

You offered to let him hold it, but your friend just shook his head. “Come back quick, ok?” Was all he managed, and you nodded, listening to his request.

The placenta was gone by the time you got back. He was tenderly trying to stagger out of the room, and you immediately came and helped. Guided him to the room you’d been watching TV in, settled him in with plenty of water to deal with the lost fluids.

To your surprise, he was still completely naked. You didn't stare, but you still found your friend attractive, even with the smaller belly. You couldn't stop thinking about it, how wrong yet perfect it all had been, how unfair it was for him, but how glad you were it happened… you had so many questions, but quietly accepted it wasn't your place to ask, would likely never learn the answer to most.

For now, it was more than enough to sit next to your friend on the couch and watch your shows together, chit-chatting about nothing in particular until he fell asleep.

As you tried to rest in your bed that night, however, his deep, powerful, guttural grunts wouldn't leave your mind. His beautiful, swollen body shining with sweat. The flavor of his stunning, perfect T-dick, swollen and dripping with pregnancy and birth…