Birthday

42 weeks and three days. That is how long you have been a woman. That's how long you have been pregnant. It's late march. The snow has melted in most places and the first spring flowers are blooming.

You are naked, breathing hard as you are coming down from your latest orgasm. Alex kisses you briefly before rolling of you. "I need a break." He pants.

"I need a shower." You reply kissing him again before struggling out of bed. Sticky cum slowly drips out of your pussy and coats your inner legs. You step into the shower and enjoy the warm water hitting your naked body.

Since you can go into labor at anytime now Alex has decided to spend his time home rather than school. He is adamant that it's not a problem especially given the option of maybe missing the birth. Since he is home a lot more now it means that you have much more time to get him into bed with you. Which has led to the two of you having a lot of sex. Like fucking almost constantly.

You wince a little as the muscles in your belly pull together like a cramp. Is this it. The feelings of fear and excitement wash over you as you count the seconds, standing completely still and daring barely to breath. As the seconds go by you relax. Just another Braxton hick. You feel disappointed. Sighing you dry yourself of and start brushing your hair.

Then suddenly the cramp is back and now stronger than before. The **** of it makes you bend forward. it's different as well. Felling like it's starting more from your back than the front of your belly. Then you notice clear liquid pouring down your leg. But you just finished drying of. Then another cramp happens, a little stronger now. No not a cramp. "Alex!" You scream.

The second later Alex is standing naked in the bathroom door. "My water just bro- augh." You start talking hesitantly but another contraction disrupts your sentence. Alex goes wide eye. “The baby is coming.” You manage to pant after the contraction ends.

You both get into a flurry of activity to get dressed and get your carefully packaged labor bags. You both want to run but you can't. You are **** to hold onto him for support as you make your way down to your car. You are both very frightened but also really excited. ”Hurry Alex." You groan in pain as another contraction courses through you.

"I am going as fast as I can." He responds as calmly as he is able, which is near panic. Fortunately for the three of you the soon-to-be-father drives at the speed limit and keep the car under such control that professional race car drivers would be impressed.

You count the seconds. Fuck the contractions are happening fast. Is something wrong?

You are going to die!

The dark thought hits you like a sledgehammer. Fear and panic wells up inside you.

You are not a woman! You have deluded yourself that you are! Now whatever is inside you is going to tear you apart on its way out!

"I can see the Hospital honey, just hang in there a little more." Alex cheers. You whimper.

Alex unbuckles his seatbelt before he has even parked in the emergency parking lot. Throwing himself out the car he sprints towards the entrance.

The **** is in a hurry...

You whimper in fear.

It's all wrong. It's all wrong.

You see in the mirror Alex the **** running back. Two individuals wearing scrubs are walking briskly behind him one pushing a wheelchair. Alex pulls open the door. "It's okay Amy." He says. Then turning around he shouts to the hospital personnel. "Hurry, she is having a baby."

"You need to relax sir." One of them says calmly. You feel like you have difficulties breathing. Then a cleaned shaved black man wearing scrubs crouch next to you. "Hello, what's your name." He asks in a friendly tone. "Her name is Amy." Alex blurts out before you can respond. The other hospital worker grabs Alex. "Sir you need to calm down and let us do our job." He reprimands him. Alex nods.

"You feeling alright Amy?" the black man asks in the same friendly tone. Before you respond another contractions hit. "Augh." is all you get out. The man seems to reach a decision right then. "We’re going to get you to the labor ward Amy. He responds." Grabbing you the two men pull you out of the car and place you in a wheelchair.

"I can't have a baby." You mumble in fear. "It's alright. Amy, we just need to get you to the labor ward and everything will be alright." The nice black man says. He turns towards Alex. "You are allowed to speak again."

He wont save you, it's to late for you! It's to late for me

You are hurried into the hospital. Everything goes so fast. People talk to you, introduce themselves with names and titels. You barely understand them. You are undressed. Naked you are placed in a bed, your legs spread whit stirrups. Three women stares down at your crotch one says something about dilation. The other ones look surprised, one turns to look at the watch on the wall. Then a funny comment about someone being in a hurry to get out of mommy.

Torn apart!

You cry, telling them that you are going to die. They lie and try to convince you that you will be fine. They inject you with something that makes your head swim so badly that you want to vomit. They demand that you push. muscles in your belly that you weren't aware that you possessed become the center of your attention. Muscles used to push out the horror that is inside you.

The pain is like nothing you have ever experienced as the ting inside you is pushing out of you. You cry and plead but you are calmly informed that everything is going well and that you should just focus on pushing. The thing inside you slowly makes its way down. Painstakingly you push for what feels like an eternity.

Then one of the women declares that she can see the head. ITS EVIL, SKIN AS DARK AS SHADOW, SO MANY EYES, MOUTHS FILLED WITH SHARP TEETH, CLAWS SHREDING YOU FROM INSIDE. Now the tell you to stop pushing. You can no longer cry, only breath hard from the struggle you are **** trough. The ladies talk among themselves for a bit then they tell you to start pushing again. You do as you are told. You feel your vaginal walls strain and bulge out as the monster struggles to break free. Then it's like it peels over it as one of the women happily declares that the head is out. You are told to wait once more then you are told to give one final push. You do, screaming in pain and effort.

Then many things happen incredibly fast. First the thing inside you gains speed and slips out of you. For a few moments you experience peace. The painful pressure is gone, you feel like your crotch has been beaten blue from the inside but it's nothing compared to the pain that was before. This tranquility lasts maybe a few seconds then a shrill scream fills the room and pierce directly into your heart. The next second a little thing is placed on your chest. Only now do you realize that someone has been holding your hand. Carefully you grab that little warm thing. Its skin is not dark as shadow but more a reddish purple. It only has one tiny mouth lacking any teeth and two eyes closed shut. The little monster is so helpless where it lies on your chest screaming wordlessly, screaming for you. You hold him close but gently. Kissing the top of his little bald head. "Welcome to the world my little muffin" You whisper softly. Resting on his mother’s chest little baby John stops crying. As he does you start crying again, this time not out of fear but overwhelming happiness. You feel a soft kiss to the side of your head turning you see your baby’s father smiling at you. "You where amazing Amy." He declares softly and you don't think you have ever loved him more.

The new dad gets the honor of cutting the umbilical cord. Once he does it's reveled that you held his hand so hard that your nails penetrated the skin of his palm and the midwife demands that her assistant gets to dress it. As the doctor and midwife examine your vagina your baby John gets to enjoy his first meal. The entire staff chuckle as you feel a new contraction and believe that it's another baby inside you. They quickly explain that it's the placenta that you have to push out as well lucky for you it's a lot softer and malleable than your baby.

Then a tall slender doctor appears and introduce himself with a name you forget immediately and his title as pediatrician. He explains that he has to thoroughly examine your baby boy in another room to see that he is healthy. He proposes that the baby’s father comes with him while you get moved to the post-partum ward and get cleaned up. You agree right up until baby John starts crying when you try to hand him over. You need a lot of encouragement after that to give up your poor baby.

You are standing in the hospital shower looking at yourself in the mirror. Your tiredness is apparent. Your body has changed. Most notably is your belly which has shrunk down to late-first early-second trimester size. It feels a little weird that there isn't a little someone moving in there anymore. Your pussy feels like it should have become a gaping hole looking straight into your womb but apart from maybe being a little swollen it betrays no signs of what it has gone trough. You give a tiered sigh. Washing away the blood and other grime from your body felt nice. You put on the soft pants and shirt you packed into your birthbag a few weeks ago before walking into your room. Good you are tiered. But you can't sleep, Alex and John will be here any minute. You are just going to lay down a little and rest. Pfhh there is no way you could fall asleep without your newborn baby here, especially with how uncomfortable these hospital beds are.

You are asleep the second your head hits the pillow.