The birth

"Okay, let's inhale a deep breath and stay calm."

The midwife said while caressing Emma's belly, checking that the baby was in the right position.

​ “Ugh,” Emma moaned as her belly squeezed and hardened. The pain wasn’t so bad. Not much different than the Braxton-Hicks contractions she had before. But she knew it was the real deal this time. She breathed in deep and let it out slowly like what she learned in the Lamaze classes.

Suddenly, somewhere in her abdomen, her muscles tightened, sending a twinge of pain through her body like an electric shock. After the pain, came the intense urge to push. She could feel her pussy starting to part just a bit.

“Ohhhh, Goddd!” she cried, gripping her belly with her free hand when a sharp pain hit. It felt like someone ran a hot blade through her stomach.

The pain continued to increase, but what worried her more was the pressure in her hips and pelvis, near the base of her spine. That had to be the baby, moving into position to be born. Nothing else could explain the pressure. She felt like she had a watermelon edging down her birth canal, pushing against her opening from the inside.

Emma moaned aloud, trying to breathe through the pain. But it only grew worse.

Samuel held her hands: "Honey, I know you can do it."

“I can’t!” she cried. “I can’t. It hurts too much.”

She clutched at her belly and screamed. Her stomach felt like a burning spiked ball was rolling inside it.

After a little while, Emma's tears subsided.

"Uhh. This contraction's getting worse than even the others."

Samuel kissed his wife's cheek.

"It's all because of you and your 'natural labor-inducing method'. We should have followed my method after all. At least in the hospital, I can get a painkiller."

"Haha. Too late now, but I'll note it for next time."

"Next time? Do you want to put me through all these tortures again? You fucking..." Emma's curse was cut short as another contraction hit. A painful expression flickered across her face.

Samuel reached down and rubbed his wife's lower back. "Maybe we should put you in the bathtub so you can focus on relaxing and pushing instead of keeping yourself upright?"

"How dilated was I? How did it look?" She asked two minutes later, in the space between one groaning contraction and the next.

"You looked fully dilated, based on the models the OB-GYN showed us."

"OK, good. What else?"

"You’re crowning, I think I saw the baby's head."

Emma tried to look down but she couldn’t see past her still-swollen belly. But she could feel her vagina stretching even more. It was so strange how the sensation made her even hornier. She was birthing a black man’s baby for him as he and many others watched. It was even filmed!

The midwife knelt behind her as Emma's body convulsed with the **** of the contractions working to push the babies out. “It’s coming. Come on, keep pushing!”

As if she had any other option. Her body continued working without her. It's less than an hour since her water broke, yet she felt like it's one eternity ago. Sweat poured down her swollen body.

“A little more!”

Emma wailed to the sky as the weight of the baby finally left her.

“It’s a girl!” the midwife said.

"You're doing great," Samuel placed a kiss on Emma's forehead.

“Both the mother and daughter are fine. Here is your baby, Mr. Valentino,” The midwife handed the baby girl to Samuel while a doctor was doing medical checks on Emma. He took the baby and looked at her like the most beautiful, most precious thing in the world. She had the most beautiful pink pouty lips and a full head of dark curly hair.

“She is so beautiful. Her skin is pale. More like you than me,” he said in a low voice.

"But her hair is black. She gets that from your side of the family."

After some time, Samuel said, "I never thought I could ever be so happy. I was so lonely for so long - but now I have my own family."

Emma took his face in her hands. "Me too. My life has made such a turn for the better."