#tmpreg birth

Cuts to a new shot of Elias from slightly above as he can be seen squatting in the middle of the pool, grabbing the handles fiercely, his hands white. He’s at the end of a very hard forced push, looking down towards his big belly as he grunts it out loud.

“DHOOOOOOOOOOOOOHMYGODTHAT’URTSSOOOBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD……………..”

Amrita, his midwife and the only one attending, encourages him, “It does, push past it Papa, past it.”

Holding his shoulder, Jean talks fiercely to him. “You’re doing it Elli, you have the strength to push her out. You’re so close.”

Hearing his husband’s words and his love, Elias bears down frighteningly hard and strong, holding it for a long time, dipping into a deeper and deeper squat. His shoulders are slouched down, his face upright. By the end of it, his face, neck, and chest are a deep shade of red, and his teeth are bared in a thin grin of pain that he probably has no idea he’s making. Jean pets his stringy black hair back from his forehead just as he bursts his held air out loudly through his teeth and immediately bears down hard again, head trembling.

Rhea zooms in very close on Elias’s trembling red face and his intense expression as he bursts out that push too. “DEHH!” Then he pants hard, his arm moving beneath the water, and looks exhausted already, eyes still closed. “She’s… I can’t move her. Fuck. I’m pushing as hard as I can…”

“Do you want to try getting out of the pool?” Amrita asks, but Elias is shaking his head.

“Gonna… keep squatting for a bit. I like this position.”

Amrita nods. “Okay. When you push, try to hold it until you absolutely can’t anymore. This is where it counts, Papa. I know you’re working hard.”

Elias nods, still panting, and rests his head on the edge of the pool. Jean kisses his temple and cheek and reaches for his water bottle.

The next shot is taken from a standing position and focusing on Elias in the pool from behind, blurry at first as Rhea zooms in. Elias’s pale and sweaty bare shoulders and back can be seen in the low light as he grabs the handles on the edges of the pool, arms spread out, and his entire body flows doowwwnn. He grunts with it, hard and concentrated, rumbling deep in his chest. Jean places a hand on his back to support him, his face tight.

Elias pushes his baby down ssoooo hard and strong, determined to move her on this contraction. He dips down so deep into it that his wide open knees, still in a squat, poke out of the water. Every back-to-back push is accompanied by a hard grunt or growl which get higher pitched and more desperate each time.

“MURRUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!” *GASP* “HHU–RRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH……..!!” *GAAASP* “UHRR–URNG–...............nnnngggggggUUUAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”

The shot abruptly cuts away as Amrita is leaning in and telling Elias to keep it steady while reaching below into the pool.

The next shot is still taken from behind, zooming in on Elias’s back and the back of his head as he’s in the middle of working on another hard push. He’s trembling, his skin turning red. His legs can be seen under the dark water still in a wide squat, and he has one hand in the water in front of him, likely feeling inside for the baby, and his other hand is gripping Jean’s bicep fiercely. Jean’s face can be seen, focused intensely on Elias’s face.

“............................DJUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHAAAOOOW!!!” He gasps on reflex, loud and in pain, and Jean grabs his shoulder as he bravely pushes down again. “C’monbabyget–aaooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuttttttt…………!!”

The recording jumps ahead a few contractions, but not many. Elias’s only been pushing for about 20 to 30 minutes at this point. This shot is taken from the same angle, but Elias has turned around in the pool and faces the camera now. Jean is sitting on the stool right up against the edge of the pool, and Elias is leaning back against him. His arms are spread out over the rim of the pool, hands in trembling fists, and Jean is leaning over his shoulder, reaching over him as he holds both of Elias’s knees out extremely wide. His legs are not just wide, but high up, knees over the surface of the water and close to his breasts.

Elias looks incredible and fearsome as he pushes, really giving it everything now. His big belly is hard and high, his bare breasts draped over it heavily. Every time Elias lets go of a push, his belly bounces outwards and goes slack, but only for the span of a quick gasp before he’s launching down hard and vicious again. His face in this shot is a hard grimace, red and sweaty with his dark hair messily falling into his eyes. The reason for that becomes apparent when he, still pushing silently and hard, drops his head backwards onto Jean’s shoulder and his hair falls over his forehead.

“That’s it babe, you’re moving her, I promise,” Jean whispers, looking down into the water, as Elias’s throat starts to look pretty scary, bulging with veins and effort.

“Quick breath and push,” Amrita coaches as Elias follows along at the same time. “Goooood, Elias, well done, keep holding, keep holding, even more on the end now.”

Celie’s voice can be heard in the background, when Elias’s head and legs begin to tremble and he starts to make an involuntary strainy grunt: “Oh you’re amazing, Elli.”

He growls that one out hard and deep, and his belly relaxes and comes outwards. Then he gasps in long, bringing his red head upright again, and the camera captures his extremely hard grimace, bared teeth and squeezed shut eyes, as Jean pulls his legs upwards and open and he pushes again, hard. He holds it for a few seconds as they all encourage him, his arms and fists trembling on the edges of the pool, and he flops his head backwards again, still pushing wickedly hard, his neck bulging with veins and tendons as sweat rolls down his throat and chest.

A couple shots go by of Elias pushing like this, Jean pulling on his legs, and sometimes as Elias’s head is backwards, he puts a hand on Jean’s shoulder, so gently despite how hard he’s working and how much pain he’s in. Amrita has her hand in the water in these shots, either to take the baby’s heart tones or to feel her coming down. Everyone is encouraging Elias to keep going, keep holding down, that he can do this.

Between shots, they discover meconium in the water and realize the baby is breech. This is unexpected, but it explains why it’s been so hard for Elias to move her down.

He works hard from there on out, seen in the next shot where he’s now out of the pool and pushing with real gravitas.

Elias is squatting on the floor, legs wiiide open, holding the birth stool behind him.

Very up-close shot of Elias’s crotch and belly from a little above as he pants hard, big belly bouncing out. His skin is shining under the flashlight, either still wet from the pool or from sweat. As the camera adjusts, his big belly tenses inwards suddenly as he hitches down with a stopped breath just as Amrita mutters, “Push.”

Elias’s opening begins to bulge a tiny bit, but the baby can’t be seen yet. His legs tremble hard as he leans down into the floor harder, a very quiet and tight grunt forming in his throat.

Celie’s voice can be heard. “Oh so hard, Elias.”

Amrita’s gloved hand can be seen reaching in to stretch Elias with a finger just as his grunt gets harder and he bursts it out breathily through his nose. As if he was pushing too, Jean can be heard bursting his air out. “Dhoh, babe.”

Elias gasps in right away after that push, quick and loud, then “Huh–” hitches down hard again, belly hard, legs trembling wide open as Amrita stretches him.

As Elias strains and grunts quietly in his throat, Amrita squirts more lube on her fingers and stretches him again, coaching: “Yes there, harder harder harder. Hold it looong and strong Elias. Keep her coming, longer longer…”

Just as Elias bursts it out through his teeth, strained and airy and loud, with some spit flying in the flashlight’s light, Celie says offscreen: “Ohh what a big push.” And Jean says “Good, love” as Elias’s belly hitches hard with another push right away.

Everyone is quiet for this push, as Elias gives it everything in his power. His legs are shaking hard now, sweat gathering in the creases of his thighs, still wide open. Amrita trails her fingers left and right, pulling and stretching his tissue, and he opens and bulges much more this time. Celie and Rhea can be heard gasping happily as Elias begins to lean back, body trembling, a tight groan getting louder in his throat before the pressure explodes from his teeth strained and breathless.

“That was the push, Elias, you moved her with that one,” Amrita says as Elias pants hard and the bulge retreats.

The camera pans up to Elias’s face, rosy and sweaty as he pants while Jean brushes his hair back from his forehead and the others praise his effort.

It cuts immediately to a shot in the middle of another push. This one looks hard, and Elias holds it for a very long time. He’s sitting on the birth stool now but the shot is from the chest-up. Jean is sitting on his stool behind Elias, his head against Elias’s which is beet red and tipped back on Jean’s shoulder. Elias’s eyes are squeezed shut, his cheeks puffed out hugely and his neck massive and veiny, their hands laced together against Elias’s bare chest, pressing his breasts together. Jean is looking down, whispering into his husband’s straining shoulder: “Pushpushpushpushpushpushpush…”

The camera pans down to Elias’s opening and Amrita’s fingers holding him open and down, the bulge closer now, just as Elias bursts it out desperately and airily, a little crack in his voice. The bulge retreats quickly as Elias gasps loudly and immediately his belly tenses down and in with another powerful, shaking push.

Amrita says, “Chin down Papa, look at your baby coming.” and the camera pans back up to Elias’s hard grimace just as he tucks his chin, eyes squinting open as he brings his and Jean’s locked hands up higher, trembling hard with sweaty effort. He and Jean are looking in a mirror held by Celie near the floor.

There’s a quick shot of their six year old son Sammy sitting on Jean’s mother’s lap, looking shy and quiet. In the background, Elias’s hard work can be heard from the next room as he gutturally grunts while pushing. The voices of the others praising his effort can be heard.

Next shot starts with a nearly full-body of Elias, pretty close. It’s intense. He’s still on the stool, legs wide open, leaning forward over his big belly this time. His face is jutted out forward, eyes squeezed shut, grimacing and baring his teeth hard. His hands are on his knees, keeping them wide open, his elbows outwards and his shoulders lowered, all his muscles and veins popping. Jean is still sitting behind him, but supporting him this time by holding his breasts, squished and full in his hands.

“C’mon baby girl, your Papa’s working real hard,” Celie says as Jean encourages his husband. “Oh yeah babe, so strong.”

Elias pushes and pushes and pushes on this one, really locking in and giving it desperate effort. Every push is massive and very long, Elias tipping forward and shaking, muscular and red and vascular, about to explode from the pressure of how hard he’s trying to birth his baby. Every release is a high-pitched breath through his teeth, exhausted and desperate, but he gasps in loudly immediately and launches down again and again.

It’s so hard and intense but beautiful as Elias sucks in air and his entire body pushes as Jean squeezes and their daughter descends, slowly and agonizingly spreading Elias open between Amrita’s fingers. Elias begins to grunt very tight and hard, and the camera zooms in on his crotch as finally there can be seen a little smooth pink bump and the others cheer.

Cuts right away to a different push, right on the tail end. The baby’s bottom is visible now, smooth and shiny under the flashlight. It’s just Elias’s bulging crotch as he releases hard and breathless through his lips, and the baby’s bottom sucks back in and immediately juts out as the bottom of Elias’s belly, dripping with sweat, sucks in and he groans high-pitched and strangly in his throat. She comes, comes, comes, and Amrita repositions her hands so one finger is hooked and stretching Elias and the other is supporting his perineum.

Right as Jean emphasizes, voice strained and slow, “Good work, baby,” Elias bursts it out again, high-pitched and grunty.

He immediately pushes hard again, the hardest and longest one this time, for about 17 seconds. His entire body is trembling as the camera zooms in on the baby’s bottom stretching him open just a bit, some meconium oozing out, as everyone cheers him on:

“Good Elias, hard and strong just like that.”

“Oh she’s there, Elias. Wow!”

“D’oh’m so proud of you babe, she’s coming out.”

Elias makes a sound like a door creaking as Amrita stretches him a little more and the baby slides out more than she ever has, just visible, as Elias can’t hold it anymore.

“.........BYEEUUHHHIcan’tdoit!”

Right away, everyone encourages him, but Jean’s voice is the loudest. “You can, Elli! You can. I see her butt.” The camera pans up quickly in time to show Elias, head tipped back on Jean’s shoulder, tighten his lips and puff out his cheeks as he bends his legs up and holds his shins just under his knees, and hitches his shoulders down with another huge push, emboldened by his husband’s words.

As Elias pushes shakingly hard, fingers white where he’s gripping his shins, Jean speaks tightly and quietly into his cheek and shoulder, eyes on the mirror below, grimacing. “Push haaaaaaarrrrrdd baby you’ve got it she’s coming, push our daughter out, YES Elli I see her she’s coming, push her baby, there she is–”

The camera pans down quickly to show the baby’s little bottom again right as Elias releases with what can only be described as a growl.

“Oh you’re amazing Elli, breathe now, breathe,” Jean guides as Elias pants hard and loud, whispering “ow” and they all help him lower his legs.

Quick shot of Elias drinking some water and Jean getting comfortable on the floor next to the stool. Celie is wiping Elias’s face with a small cloth, moving strands of hair out of his eyes as he breathes hard.

Cuts to a blurry, distant shot of Elias in the middle of a push on the stool, jutting his head out on his huge, veiny neck, his expression extremely constipated, almost like he’s grinning. Jean is kneeling on the floor next to his left leg, rubbing up and down his back, where there’s now a bath towel draped over his shoulders. Gradually, Elias tips his head down, still holding the push as Jean whispers to him. The camera pans over to their son, playing with some toy dinosaurs on the edge of the pool, not paying attention to his parents. Elias can be heard bursting out the push exhaustedly, and their son looks over.

The camera pans back over to Elias and zooms in as his shoulders tense and lower with another push, hands on his wide open knees and elbows pinched inwards, same constipated grin on his face, as he slowly tips his head up. His hair is wet and greasy now, falling in knots and strings over his face, which Jean brushes back with his hand. “Right there Elli, you’re so brave. You’re so strong,” Jean is whispering, the camera barely able to pick it up.

Quick shot of Elias getting a break, breathing slowly. Amrita is using the doppler to get a reading of the baby’s heart. Jean’s mom, Maura, is holding their son on her hip, tipping him down so Elias can kiss his cheek and hug him. He whispers, “Papa’s okay.” And Jean’s mom whispers, “Tell Papa he’s strong.”

Another new shot. Elias is barely visible in the darkness, save for a harsh circle of yellow light below his belly from the torch, which the camera can’t see past Amrita’s head. The sweat on Elias’s big round belly is illuminated, and his expression can just barely be seen. He is all red naked sweaty skin, rocking slowly forward and back on the stool as he bears down deep. The camera picks up his grimace, the white of his teeth and the lines around his mouth on his shiny face, and his crunched shut eyes. He’s groaning tight in his throat, barely audible, pushing and rocking down with all his might. The chair squeaks on the floor with his hard, trembling effort, before he grunts it out hard and masculine. He immediately gasps in as Jean praises him, and his belly jerks as he bares his teeth again, legs wide open.

Celie can be heard whispering off-screen. “Gogogogo push that baby down, down.”

Elias: “KKH–KRKKH–.............. ………………..GHEEIH!” He pants hard.

Close to the camera but offscreen, their son can be heard whining. Behind the camera, Rhea and Maura comfort him and Rhea can be heard whispering to him, “Say, ‘push, Papa. Push!’ Your sister’s almost here.”

His little voice follows: “Push Papa,” as Elias tucks his chin with one more grunty push, then still holding it, raises his grinning grimace upward, neck bulging with tendons, before he slowly bursts his air out, exhausted and strained, through his teeth.

The video picks up the pace now, as Elias hasn’t really moved the baby much in the past 15 minutes. She keeps rocking back in, but now she’s close to rumping. They all encourage him like crazy. Maura has taken their son out of the room as things ramped up.

Rhea has focused the camera behind Amrita’s head, on Elias’s crotch again. Pretty much head-on this time, so the viewer can see everything as he pushes. The baby’s bottom comes down and he trembles hard, stretching his swollen labia and his bottom in the stool which creaks with his trembling power. The baby is pooping, squeezing out meconium like a toothpaste tube, and on some extremely hard, guttural pushes, a few of her toes can be seen. She’s not frank breech, but footling, it looks like. And she must be huge. They all encourage Elias as he holds down brutal and trembling, stretching painfully open.

“Big strong push Elias, biiiiig big big big push, get that baby out.”

“........gheeeeiiiiiiiirrrrrr……”

“She’s right there baby just a little more. Oh you’re amazing.”

“....rrrrUUNNGH!” *GASP*

“Big breath! Go, Papa, strongstrongstrong.”

The video cuts to maybe one contraction forward, zoomed out now so Elias can fully be seen. The circle of white light on his crotch perfectly illuminates just how close the baby is to rumping.

Elias just pushes like crazy, one on top of the other, harder than ever, hard enough to move a truck. His belly bounces with each one, clenching in and then jutting out dramatically, and his upper body trembles stiffly, sooo hard, a very constipated expression stuck to his face. With each push, he spreads his legs wider, sweaty arms gripping the back of the stool behind his thighs, veins jutting out of his arms and chest and throat like roots. The baby’s bottom and toes squeeze out, out, a tiny bit more each time, sucking far back in with every burst of air Elias releases.

“..........PHHH-*GASP*............................................PHHH-*GASP*.....................................................DH-*GAASP*.......................ouhhr………….gr……….kh…….DEUHH! *GAAAASP*.......................................................................................................................................GH-*PANT* *PANT* *PANT* *PANT*”

Jean is stroking Elias’s thigh and he pants and shakes, wide open. “She’s here sweetheart, she’s com’n out.” Elias begins to push hard as Jean talks, tipping forward on the stool, making the plastic creak as he still grips the back of it, his face a grotesque red mask of pain and constipation and hard effort.

“C’monbaby that’s it. You’ve got it. Keep pushing, keep pushing. Oh honey.”

“....................DEUUHH…!” Baby’s bottom and foot tuck back in as Elias releases and pants hard, sweat dropping from his face in the light of the torch.

It goes on like that, hard, concentrated shoves into his bottom, looking like he’s about to explode from the pressure packed into his head and huge throat, skin breaking out in a sweat, naked body hard and trembling with constipated effort. He can’t stop, not when the baby’s colour looks pale and her heart tones are slow. And he knows this.

Voices encourage him offscreen. Breathless, Celie says, “C’mon Papa, big push. She’s almost out.”

Gritting his teeth like he’s grinning, eyebrows curled high, still panting, Elias scrambles to grip Jean’s hand and his belly contracts inwards as he puuuuuushes with a tight grunt, hand shaking hard. “EUHH–...........................c’monbabyc’monc’mongrrtoouuut…..”

“No talking Elias, just push. Hold the sound in and give it a big long one,” Amrita instructs.

Elias locks down, emboldened, and lets go of Jean’s hand with a high-pitched breath. More of the baby’s bum and foot are visible, one leg still bent up, her toes poking out of Elias’s opening. With each push he bulges and spreads open more, and it looks like the leg is going to pop right out, but she always sucks back.

The next shot is taken a few minutes later, as it’s capturing Elias from behind. The shot is in motion, as if Rhea grabbed the camera in a rush. Viewer can see Elias’s naked back in the darkness, curled over his belly and curved dramatically, every single muscle and rib and tendon visible with the flashlight reflecting off his sweat-drenched skin. He’s grunting hard and high, shaking so hard with his elbows bent and fists flexed in front of him, like an animal trying with all his might to push out this baby. His ass is dimpled and flexed on the plastic seat of the birth stool, trembling with effort as his anus flowers open from the immense pressure.

As he grunts hard, giving that same massive push, the camera shakily moves closer and Jean can be seen on the side of the frame with both hands around Elias’s wide open knee, eyes locked on the baby coming out which is hidden from view. “PUSH baby, oh yeah you’ve got it, come on my love push push push push.”

The next shot is also from behind, a little farther away, as they have Elias standing up now, the stool moved aside. He is just a tall, sweaty, ragged figure at the end of his rope, entire body shaking and humming with pain and exhaustion. Every push is summoned from the depths of his soul and shoved all the way down through the floor, and the camera clearly picks up how his entire bottom opens and drops down with the horrible pressure. He has one arm draped over Jean’s shoulders and the other over Celie’s, his legs spread wide as he stands and pants hard, ass shaking.

When he bears down, there’s no warning. The camera, with the torch below him, picks up the instant tightening of his back and buttocks, the immediate hard bend to his knees as he drops down lower, drops the baby down as his anus opens and his perineum bulges down. The little smooth bum can be seen dropping down, oozing a long string of meconium.

“Everything you’ve got,” Celie whispers, as Elias trembles hard.

He holds it so long that Jean, who appears to be pushing with him, bursts his air out first. “BHOH I’m so proud of you babe.”

“..............UUUHHRRNGH!” Elias finally bursts out, and his bottom bounces back in just a bit. He wastes no time, immediately bending down with another powerful push, soooooo hard that the baby’s foot descends over her bum and the leg finally pops out. Elias goes so hard into it, still holding it longer after that, that his hips are tilting to the side instinctually, bending down and shaking so hard that Jean and Celie have to quickly plant their feet and readjust to keep him upright. His head tips back as he can be heard groaning, barely, soooo tight and quiet and fierce, baby’s leg jiggling beneath him in the harsh light, and his distended tissue bounces back in, taking the baby with it, as he explodes out the pressure and his puffed out anus sucks back in. “....DU’HUUUGH..!!”

“Breeeeeathe baby, good work,” Jean whispers, but Elias is ready to go and not stop.

Head still tipped back on his shining shoulders, the camera picks up how he instantly tenses his hips, his back, as his bottom opens and drops waaay down hard, and as he trembles hard he widens his legs, lowering, and sticks his crotch outwards more, buttocks muscles tensing.

He’s really in it now, just pushing as hard as he can with little noise or words, save for tight groans and strains in his throat that almost sound like gags. He doesn’t sound like himself anymore. Hardly sounds human. He’s fully into it, his raw power captured amazingly on camera, birthing his baby girl out powerfully and hard for his family to see.

Now that she’s rumping and a leg is out, it’s go time. Amrita encourages Elias to keep pushing hard hard hard again again and again even if he’s not having a contraction. And he knows this. He’s more determined than ever to give birth to his daughter.

Amrita moves the stool aside to get behind him as he’s still standing, bending down and pushing with an awful grunty strainy sound tight in his throat. Rhea moves back a little bit with the camera but zooms in more as Amrita positions her hands out, not touching the baby, as she encourages Elias to keep working.

Baby’s bum and hips suck back in as he releases, and Amrita says, “Ok Papa big breath… and push!” And Elias does, opening and bending down, groaning quietly but pushing extreeeemely hard, and the baby slides out to her hips, one leg still up. He bursts it out loudly and she sucks back up just a little, her one leg jiggling limply.

“Breathe,” Amrita guides again but Elias is on top of it, gasping loudly, and as she says, “BIG push!” he groans down sooooooo hard, legs bending down more, wide open, all his muscles tensing, his perineum dropping way down and stretching insanely wide. Baby slides and squeezes out a little more and he hoooolds, but she mostly just stays out to that point. Elias bursts it out with a desperate and exhausted sound, his head tipped back on his shoulders, and he immediately gasps in and hitches loudly down again.

In this long shot, he pushes, pushes, and PUSHES, not giving up, and no one even knows if he has a contraction. But he can’t stop.

He bends and opens and trembles dizzingly hard, completely silent, as the baby squeezes dooowwwn a little more, turning so her back is to his front as it should be. On that one wickedly hard push, he gets her out to her other knee, her leg still pressed against her tummy. They all praise him and squeal as he bursts it out strained and the baby’s one leg kicks twice.

“Push honey, push,” Jean grits, looking down to see their girl, emotional.

Elias opens wide and bends down more, raising his head up, back and buttocks muscles trembling and flexing so hard under the harsh flashlight, and baby slides down down down, but not enough to release her other leg before Elias explodes his air out desperately and she sucks back up just a little, locked behind his tight tissue.

Behind the camera, Rhea says, “Oh she’s a chunky girl Elli, you’re doing amazing.”

“Don’t stop, Elias, you’ve gotta get her out,” Amrita encourages.

Jean is muttering to Elias, who is obviously in immense pain and crying, for him to breathe in and push with him. They do it together, Jean’s face tensing as he looks down at their baby coming, Elias straining and shaking and pushing and pooping a bit.

On that push, he brings the baby down to where she was at the push before, and her chunky solid body trembles with him. She is big and fat, taking up the entire space between his thighs, and it’s SO much hard work to push her past the tightness of his tissue. He’s already tearing.

“Hard baby, don’t stop,” Jean bursts out, then strains, “Puuushitpushitpushitpushitpuuuuuuuuusssshhhh….”

Elias makes a horrible, barely audible straining sound as he bends down and Jean and Celie struggle to keep him upright, bearing down with everything in his power. This push is massive, and he holds it for so long that the baby’s big hips slide out as he rips a little more, then her leg up to her ankle, still pressed up against her belly. She sucks in as he gasps, but he doesn’t waste a millisecond, hitching down loudly with another brutal, shaking push, and her leg pops out immediately. Everyone cheers and squeals as Elias keeps it going, straining so hard, head shaking, as he pushes her out to her tummy, cord now visible, and Amrita blows out air. “Phew, she is not tiny. Quick breath, Papa, then push again. You’re doing amazing.”

“DE’HUEEEGGHHHH!!” Elias bursts out crudely. “DOOOHHHmygodget’erout!”

They all loudly encourage Elias to just keep pushing, and he sounds like he’s sobbing, obviously afraid and so tired. But he needs no further instruction. He takes action, pulling his arms from over Celie and Jean’s shoulders to instead tuck his arms close and grab their wrists, and he bends his knees wide open and bends his bottom waayy back and waayy down, pushing much too hard to contain his tight, constipated grunt.

“That’s good Elias, hardhardhard,” Amrita encourages, hands still hovering around the baby.

Baby stays mostly in place, until Elias’s slick back expands with a gasp, and he bends his knees down and open and pushes back haaaard, the umbilical cord immediately sliding out and falling over the baby’s legs. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhhhhhhhh……..” he strains horribly as his baby gives a few strong tummy crunches.

One, two, three more hard, strainy pushes like this gets the baby to her big chunky waist, then her ribs and her chest, showing cleavage where her arms should be upright. Amrita still doesn’t touch.

Jean has a hand on Elias’s back and the other Elias is still holding close in a vice grip. As Jean looks down at their daughter, he motivates his husband. “BIG push baby, BIG. She’s almost out, oh Elli you’re so close.”

Elias just follows his husband’s words and his body’s urge. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” right down into his bottom, pushing one of her elbows down. He gasps quickly like a wave, back expanding and all his muscles and bones jutting out of his pelvis and bottom as he gives an even harder and strainier push, holding it hard and strong until the baby’s whole arm slides out.

At some point, Maura turned on the big light. Rhea’s camera movements are a little shaky as Elias lets out a horrible strain and bends down until he’s nearly sitting in the air, Celie and Jean keeping him upright, as Amrita hooks her fingers in to pull down the baby’s other arm.

“Ok good job Elias, breathe real quick,” she says, as Elias shouts and gasps.

“Igottaget’er–AAAOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Elias strains gutturally with a massive push, bending way down and back, as Amrita’s shaking hands try to reach in to find the baby’s chin. Elias holds it down hard until his voice sounds alien, then he just gasps and gasps, baby’s neck jumping back up a bit. She’s floppy now.

The next shot is chaos as Amrita instructs them all to get Elias in a lunge position on the floor. He’s confused and panicking and in pain, so he doesn’t understand until Jean gets his knee up. He’s already pushing and groaning gutturally hard, almost screaming, as the baby’s head is the last thing to stretch him.

This shot is intercut with some grainy and dark footage from Maura’s phone, who is standing in the doorway in front of the whole scene. She captures Elias in a lunge, hard, trembling grimace turning into a slack, red-faced, veiny, guttural scream. Jean is right next to his face, encouraging him. Celie is at his other side, looking from his bottom to his face.

Rhea captures this same shot from the back, Elias pushing and screaming with all of his might, and the camera can see the baby’s chin drop down just a bit as Amrita performs a gentle chest press, Elias’s perineum and anus bulging out massively. The second Elias releases, the head sucks right back in and his perineum and anus go inwards. Then he’s told to push as hard as he can, and this is it. He bulges out immediately, gigantic and open, as Amrita does another chest press and tells him to push hardhardhard while beckoning Jean over to catch, and Elias screams.

“--Get’erJean–GNAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!! GNOOOUUUUHHHHHHHHHMYGOD–”

Voices can barely be heard over his guttural screaming: “One more push Elias give her one more!” “C’mon baby push hard, I’ve got her! OH! I’VE GOT HER!” as the shot changes to Maura’s phone, showing how Elias grits his teeth and gives it one more powerful push, grunting and straining like an animal, putting every last drop of his effort into the push that will get her born.

Red face, massive, veiny, bulging throat, chest, and bare breasts, knees wide open, one hand on the floor, one hand shaking in Celie’s… Jean scoots behind and exclaims as Elias’s entire body flushes red and shudders down, and as he screams his face goes calm but so red and strained and he shows his bottom teeth.

The shot quickly changes back to Rhea’s angle, Elias screaming raggedly and horribly, as Amrita guides Jean’s hands under hers and wiggles the baby’s huge, squeezed head side to side, Elias wide open and torn and bloody, and then POP!! The baby’s huge round head launches out with a spray of blood and she folds forward into her father’s hands SO fast, her little fists tucked up by her chest.

The shot changes quickly to Elias’s face for a replay of this same moment. His scream goes horribly loud and ragged, and he jumps forward, then his eyes shoot open as he gasps like he’s coming to life.

There’s tears of joy and shock as the shots keep switching, showing the baby on the floor in Jean’s hands, blood pouring over her. Amrita is stimulating her and she quickly begins to cry, and Jean sobs loudly and happily. They tell Elias to look down, and the shot shows his face as he’s gasping, totally in shock, his eyes sort of rolling back as Celie still grips his hand and his elbow, encouraging him to get both knees under him and look down at his baby.

He does eventually, and cries as he releases Celie’s hand and picks her up. Jean helps him bring her to his chest, and Elias rubs all the blood and birth juice all over her. She is BIG, chunky tummy, arms and legs, and big bruised cheeks. She’s got a full head of thick, dark hair.

There’s a bonus ending shot of Elias lying in bed under blankets, filming on his phone as Jean and Amrita weigh the baby. Jean looks at the scale and puffs out a laugh like he can’t believe it.

He looks at Elias’s smiling and curious face and, grinning, says, “You’re recording?”

“What is it, daddy?” Celie asks.

Slowly lowering his daughter to the bed, Jean makes sure everyone is listening before he declares, “Ten pounds ten. Ten-ten, even.”

The camera pans to Elias dropping his mouth open as everyone reacts with “oh my god”s and laughter.

“Ten pounds ten,” Amrita confirms, nodding.

Focusing on Elias, Rhea says behind the camera, “You are a rock star, Elias, that was haaard.”

Elias just laughs in shock, accepting his baby into his arms from his husband. The camera zooms in on her chunky little face, her huge cheeks, as Sammy can be heard squealing in the background and Jean says, “Yeahh, you gave your Papa a hard time, huh.”

His love's head begins to tremble so hard, face buried into the pillow, chin tucked, and he bursts that one out too. Then Aldo raises his head and really gives it, sparing nothing else in his body, his soul, as he turns himself inside out pushing with the strength of gods, straining hard and masculine.

"UAAMM-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......"

Sweat pours off of his slim naked body in rivers as he gives, gives, gives... The midwife begins to speak. "Henry--"

Henry silences her, keeping his hands where they are, supporting the love of his life as he fights the hardest battle of his life. "Let him work. He's close." Then he whispers to his love again. "Come on Aldo, come on come on, give us our baby, you've never been stronger."

Aldo's face is raised as his head begins to tremble, grimacing so hard it looks like he's grinning. His hair is wet and stringy with sweat, clinging to his face and hiding his eyes. It's stuck to his throat, which is jutting out and bulging and popping with tendons and veins like Henry has never seen before, and it's a frightening sight. Henry doesn't even know if Aldo can hear him in this state. All there is in the universe to Aldo is his baby's life and the urge to push. Henry looks back at their baby's head, and most of what he can see is Aldo's bottom tightening, trembling, creaking the bed...

"GUHH!" Aldo expels, and spit and sweat hit the pillow. The baby's head sucked back in, but it did come out more! Henry is about to tell him, but he's sure Aldo can feel everything. Panting and heaving after pushing so hard so many times, Aldo gets a hold of the undersides of his ass cheeks with a sweaty slap, and he drags in a loud gasp, sitting slightly more upright on his knees, before he LAUNCHES down, the most pained and constipated expression on his red face like he's shitting a solid brick.

His effort is immediately felt. With that direction, and how he spreads himself wide open, Henry looks down to see his anus puff way out and open, his tissue bulging out more than before and trembling so hard. Putting the tips of his fingers around the baby's crown, though it's so big he can't fully spread his fingers wide enough, Henry leans back over to see the side of Aldo's face, and he moves his right hand from Aldo's lower back to instead press his palm flat to Aldo's shaking, pounding red chest, to help keep him upright.

His love looks like he's pooping with every fibre of his being, his face puffed up and red with popped-out veins, unrecognizable. His eyes are crinkled shut until he fixes that, calming his face, but still showing gritted teeth through tight lips. Drool is dripping down his chin, tears cascading down his cheeks. Henry rubs his chest between his heavy bare breasts and, shaking like a leaf, Aldo's mouth opens and he begins to roar, long and deep and animal, and Henry feels the head sliding, sliding, then much faster! And with a small ripping sound, it POPS out and Aldo screams raggedly, his voice unrecognizable.

Henry looks back to see that the baby is out to their brow line, and what a big long head! Aldo's tissue still has it in a vice grip, even as Henry tries to pull it up and back. With a desperate gasp, Aldo pushes again, this time silently, with every ounce of effort in him. He buries his face in the pillow as he trembles so, so hard, all of his back muscles glistening and popping out, his hips flexing as he widens his legs even more, pushing his crotch down closer to the bed, and his silence crackles into a deep and masculine roar.

"Oh that's it Aldo, roar them out." Watching the head sliding out more past Aldo's tight tissue, Henry laughs, impressed. "Good job, sweetheart, good pushing. Little by little it's coming out."

In response to the praise, Aldo raises his head from the pillow and gasps in again. Grabbing the bed frame with his left hand and Henry's thigh with his right, digging his nails in, Aldo bears down with every muscle in his body, strong and sweaty as he roars like he never has before, mouth wide open and face raised to the wall, eyes open.

Henry watches and keeps his palm open as past Aldo's ripped and red tissue comes the bump of a nose, oozing fluid, then a pouty pair of lips, and then a tiny little chin. There's a spray of water as his roar dies down, and the baby's head dips down down down, trembling with him, and then he can't push anymore and the head jumps back up, chin against his perineum.

Their baby's head is huge! It's so long and coned, the tip of it almost touches the sheet.

Aldo holds down very hard and strong, the baby's head trembling with his effort. Then, his energy waning, he releases with a quick sound, "GIH!" and the baby's head settles back, big chubby cheeks squished against his body. Their baby's complexion is purple, their lips becoming blue.

Henry encourages him. "Push again Aldo, you did it. The head is out."

Aldo is breathing raggedly, gripping Henry's thigh and feeling between his legs for the huge head.

"Aldo, you have to keep pushing," the midwife says. "Your baby needs air, give it the hardest push of your life. Right now."

With a fearful sound, Aldo raises up with a huuuge gasp, raising his left leg in a lunge at the same time.

Then he tucks, left hand on his raised knee, right hand in Henry's, shaking and flexing in the air, as he tilts his bottom down and grunts with everything in his power.

"BWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....."

Henry goes quickly between seeing the love of his life's red, screaming, agonized face to their baby's head trembling as Aldo pushes their neck out and out. Aldo holds down for so long and so dizzyingly hard, but there's no sign that it's coming out. Henry prays quietly, begging their baby to work with their papa, begging for Aldo's agony to end.

He can hear the midwife supporting him, keeping her distance as Aldo wished, but still doing her job. "So strong Aldo, you're working so hard. Big push now, BIG, you're almost done."

Aldo's roar goes guttural and he raises his face, new tears falling to the sheet. He chokes a little and his breath crackles, and he throws up water on his pillow. Then, with a quick and strangely alert glance at Henry, Aldo plants his knuckles on the mattress like a gorilla and, keeping his back level and his bottom out, he raises his other leg too so he's crouched and wide, wide open, and Henry gets fully behind him for the great big push.

Aldo's bottom is stretched impossibly far out, still bulging. His pelvis looks like it must be snapping in half. Henry sees all of his individual back muscles flexing and trembling, and he sees how big the baby's head is compared to Aldo's body. The head is so big and so elongated, covered in thick, wet black hair. No room to go. Henry gets two soft hands under Aldo's bottom to help him raise up just a bit, and then he watches Aldo flex and open dramatically as he bears down with every last shred of his being, grunting and roaring like an animal trying to birth this huge baby.

Henry has them both. With gentle and loving fatherly hands, he guides his baby's big head up until he feels a shoulder release and Aldo screams, and then he pulls down, still gently, letting Aldo and the baby do the hard work of birthing. Aldo's skin, though drenched and dripping with sweat, breaks out in goosebumps as his back ripples and his head trembles and he PUSHES even harder, harder than humanly possible, and their baby's neck stretches so much until FINALLY, there comes a shoulder, and it POPS out!

But Aldo has to keep pushing. Henry can't pull the baby out. His tissue is still so tight, keeping the baby locked in, whose little blue mouth opens in a circle as it gasps. Henry feels their little ribcage try to expand in his hands. His baby.. their baby is so fleshy and warm, so so slippery and HUGE.

He encourages his strong love. "One more push Aldo, ONE more as hard as you can!"

He watches in amazement and love as Aldo drops both knees down and grabs the headboard with both hands, arms above his sweaty back, muscles pinching together, as he sends his bottom right back into Henry's hands, GRUNTS like a wild animal, pushing harder than Henry ever thought possible. And the baby's belly slips past Aldo's stretched-thin and torn tissue, then their hips, and the rest flies out in a huge splash of warm water and meconium, and Henry cradles every slippery inch of their heavy, solid baby in his hands, as much as he can. For a few seconds, it feels as if this will just keep going and the baby will never stop sliding out, it's so long and big. But the legs slide out and immediately drop to the mattress, and the bed shakes with the weight of their child. Aldo's birthing scream is raw, ragged, torn from his throat like his soul is being ripped out. Then, in an instant, it's over.

Aldo collapses to the bed, to the side of his wet pillow, and his eyes are wide and glassy as he looks down his still big belly to see his baby. Only managing to hold in his tears because of pure shock, Henry gives their heavy baby, attached by a short cord, to Aldo, and together they rub the baby on his chest and belly. They're so big, it's no wonder Aldo's belly was so distended! They take up his entire torso, chunky and long!

But they don't cry right away. Aldo rubs the baby, panting, moaning, in shock, and he sees before Henry what the sex is. His eyes never leave the baby as he says with a raw voice, "Get her crying– Henry–"

Henry is stunned silent, looking at the love of his life and their big, blue baby. His body works for him and he lifts up their big girl–their girl! A girl! And he instantly tips her head back and blows air into her tiny mouth. He pays no attention to the midwife, who  is still giving them space. He forgot she was there. All there is in the world is his baby and her first breath.

And just like that, it happens. It's a strained crackle for a long time as he and Aldo wait, holding their breath, and then...

The most blessed sound in the world.