She tells Macy what is going on.

“Shit.” Danny said as she began rubbing the underside of her belly as she handed a big bottle of water to Macy.

“What is it?” Macy grunted putting the bottle down and pushing again with another contraction as the baby slipped out to the shoulder.

“It’s just I’m starting to feel a little bit of pressure.”

“What kind of pressure?” Macy grunted slowly reaching for the baby to stop it from falling to the hard stone.

“You know, down there.” Danny answered pointing to her belly and then down to her crotch.

“Well. Ahhhhhhhh-” Macy moaned with relief as the baby slid into her hands. “How far apart are your contractions?” She asked after a few moments of panting recovery just as the baby started to cry.

“I haven’t been keeping track.” Danny answered sitting on the other seat gingerly caressing her belly.

“Well, you might want to start keeping track now. That and take your shirt off.” Macy said unfolding a towel on the rock seat and placing the baby down on it.

“My shirt?” Danny asked in surprise not realizing that Macy had removed hers for any reason other than it was soaked with sweat.

“You don’t have to but during pushing things tend to get a little gross.” Macy said uncovering the sealed scissor and thread kit. “Wow. You really were prepared.” She answered opening up the kit and spreading its contents onto the towel next to the baby.

“I found this website that had a list of what you need for a homebirth. I just got everything on it and stashed it here.”

“What if you couldn’t make it here?” Macy asked tying off the umbilical cord. “What would you do then?”

“I have another stash in my closet, and another smaller kit in my bag.” Danny answered with a smile as she watched Macy cut the cord and wrap the baby in the fluffy green towel.

“You have a birth kit in that bag.” Macy asked eyeing the small bag that couldn’t contain more than three or four notebooks let alone towels, blankets, and everything else.

“Not a full one.” Danny grunted as a contraction welled up increasing the pressure in her belly. “Just a kit with thread, a scissor, and a small bottle of water.” She gasped as the contraction peaked.

“Just remember,” Macy urged as she chugged one of the bottles of water. “Just pant through the contractions. It helps, trust me.”

“I’m tryiiiiiiiinnnnngggg.” She moaned as she felt the pressure between her legs getting worse as she involuntarily started to ball herself up. Then finally, it ended leaving her panting with relief. Slowly she relaxed as her body unballed itself and the comment about her shirt came back into her head. “Hey, what did you mean about things getting gross?”

“Well, didn’t you see?” Macy answered pointing at the baby who was still somewhat covered in birth matter. “Birth is a messy thing.”

“Well I get that, but why my shirt? My pants I can figure, but why take my shirt off?”

“Oh, cause with all that squeezing, pushing, and straining and…..“ She stopped as she pointed out the two wet patches on Danny’s shirt just over her nipples. “Well, that happens.”

Danny strained to see what she was pointing at but noticed the small circles of wetness growing across her bosom. “What the hell is that, sweat?” She asked.

“Milk, or pre-milk depending on how much has come out before.” Macy answered squeezing her own breast and forcing a stream of milk onto the ground in from of them. “I’m surprised you haven’t started leaking yet. With my first, I leaked a little the hole last week and had to wear a pad in my bra just to stop leaking through the day of the birth.” She said as she brought the baby to her breast.

“Well, I just thought it was some weird kind of boob sweat.” Danny answered looking at her watch and grabbing a bottle of water for herself. “Dam, it’s two thirty? I never ate lunch.”

“Yep, but, I wouldn’t now. You may **** if you have a contraction while swallowing.” Macy said with an uncomfortable grunt.

“What’s wrong?” Danny asked a little nervous.

“Nothing, don’t worry, just the afterbirth, it will pass.” Macy returned taking a squatting stance at the base of the rock seat Danny was sitting on.

“Is that why you haven’t gotten dressed yet?” Danny asked as she undid the button on her pants and slid them down as quickly as she could.

The girls continued to talk about nothing in particular as each of them waited for the time to pass. Danny’s contractions were at seven minutes apart when the next one hit causing the small patches of wetness on her breasts to expand. Soon, the contraction grew as did the pressure between her legs, and her entire bra was soaked with milk. Feeling the wetness, she decided Macy might have a point about taking it off, and with some effort, she began undoing sipper on the back of the babydoll dress turned shirt. The fabric was sticky and clung to her every inch but soon she was able to pull it off over her head. No sooner had she pulled the bottom of the dress above her constricting belly, she felt an explosion of liquid forcing itself out of her pussy. “Oh God!” Danny screamed trying desperately to see the flood pouring out of her. “Macy, my water just broke.”

“Okay.” Macy said as calm as ever. “Just breathe.”

Danny wanted to scream with panic. She wanted to call for her mom, but there was something in Macy’s voice the told her everything was going to be fine. Besides, now that she realized it, the pressure she had felt forcing her pussy open had suddenly slacked. Instead, she **** herself back on her elbows just like she had seen Macy do earlier. She looked at her watch telling herself that even though only ten minutes had passed, it was time and she needed help. “Macy where are you. This kid is coming.” She called.

“Not likely,” Macy answered slowly as she moved her head back into Danny’s line of view. “Your contractions aren’t close enough for that. Just relax and don’t push until you feel you have to.”

Danny turned to see Macy pulling gently on the remains of the umbilical cord as a bloody mass of something slid out from between her legs. “How the hell are you able to do this so calm?” She asked when the woman dropped the mass of goo into the weeds.

“Easy, I’ve done it before.” Macy answered standing up and laying on the other rock seat and placing the baby on her deflated belly. This was the only feature of her pregnant body that had changed, looking like a slightly deflated balloon.

Over the next hour they talked as the contractions continued to grow closer together. They talked, they napped, and Macy feed the baby while never once putting on her own cloths or covering herself. At first, Danny thought there was some odd sexual reason for this, but as time marched on toward three thirty, she decided it was because she was just very comfortable being naked. Slowly the pressure from before returned as the baby began to **** itself through the birth canal. After ten to fifteen minutes of contractions happening every minute and pressure growing uncomfortably tougher on her tailbone, she felt a decision had to be made. Stand and get some relief, or remain where she was and have the baby like Macy did. She looked to Macy for some advice but the poor girl was asleep.