22 Flights of Stairs Later
Marcus was 8 and a half months pregnant, his feet hurt, his back hurt, his everything hurt, ached in fact. His boyfriend Clark was no where to be found. With no one to rub his aches and pains Marcus hatched a plan, using Clark’s access card, Marcus made his way to his boyfriends gym. Once there he went straight for the sauna, hoping that the steam might help alleviating some of his tension and pain from carrying his big bull of a boyfriend’s baby for nearly 9 months.
After spending some time in the sauna he found himself relaxing a bit more and some of the tension in his back dissipated. Feeling thoroughly relaxed now, Marcus went back into the locker room to change back into his clothes. Of course taking a moment to soothe the active baby in his belly. Once changed he headed outside and called a ride back to his apartment where he discovered that the elevators were down for maintenance. Normally this is no problem but Marcus and Clark’s apartment is on the 22nd floor, which in Marcus’ current condition is about 22 floors too many.
As Marcus faced reality, he began slowly climbing up the stairs, it took him nearly 45 minutes as he had to stop to rest and catch his breath every few floors, but he made it. Once inside Marcus decides to take a shower to wash away the sweat from his impromptu workout. Before he can get his clothes off, he feels a wave of pain, his belly tightens and he feels a pain in his lower back. “Oh no” he thought, all that exercise must have kick started my labor. He immediately calls his boyfriend Clark who is on the other side of the country wrapping up one final business trip before the baby was due.
Clark: “Hey baby, what you doing up so late, it’s got to be 1am back home?”
Marcus: “I’m in labor, you have to come home now!”
Clark: “Oh my god, are you sure it’s the real thing?”
Marcus: “Yes, please get here!”
Clark: “Okay baby just order a ride to the hospital, I’ll see what I can do to arrange a flight, I’ll be there as soon as I can, I promise!”
Marcus: “Okay, just hurry, I need you!”
Marcus disconnects the call and heads back into the hall remembering that the elevators were down, to his surprise the elevators were back up and running now. He made his way to the street and called a car, once checked in a a settled into his room, he wanted to call Clark but realized he left his phone in the ride share.
With no way to contact anyone and not knowing anyone’s number, Marcus labored alone with only the nurses to check on him. After 11 hours of labor, the time came to start pushing, the only problem was Clark still wasn’t there. As Marcus begins to push, the baby was making very little progress due to its sheer size compared to Marcus himself, he was birthing a giant. Marcus continued to push for another 20 minutes when suddenly the door swings open and there drenched in sweat was Clark in all his glory, 6’ 9” and 280lbs of pure muscle. The man immediately comes over and grabs hold of Marcus’ hand, placing the other gingerly on his contracting stomach.
Clark: “I’m here now baby, everything is going to be okay, I was so scared I was going to miss it.”
Marcus: “Right on time, he’s almost here!”
Marcus now supported by the love of his life and sire of his child went on to push for another hour and a half, tearing himself nearly in half in the process. But the smile on Clark’s handsome and rugged face made it all worth it to Marcus.