Use the canoe

Danny knew that there was only one real answer, and is had nothing to do with giving birth in a culvert in the woods. Quickly she **** herself up against the far side of the embankment. Another contraction had started and this time she had the presence of mind to time them, five minutes. Slowly it dragged on and from the school, now hidden both behind the trees on the far side and the bit of distance she had managed, she heard the distinct sounds of an ambulance siren. Finally the contraction ended and she heaved herself up the seemingly steeper sides than she had ever remembered. Sinking to her knees the fabric from the shirt, well dress actually but her baggiest shirts would have betrayed her condition, tangled in the scrub. Grabbing desperately and pulling herself upward she fought for every inch, all the while conscience of the ticking clock of the next contraction. Hopelessly her shirt became caught in some patch of thorn bush just as she reached the top as she hit a damp patch of grass and began sliding back down. Time was up, as she felt her belly beginning to twist with pain, and she braced for the slide back down when her foot managed to catch a divot in a root. This gave her purchase and with one last heave she **** herself up and twisting on her back. She heard a great ripping of the fabric as she tore free and landed just as her legs went limp, unable to do more but react to the pain and pressure building inside her.

Panting with the effort and pain she laid where she had landed until the pain ebbed, though strangely the pressure that had been subtlety moving into her hips didn’t seem to as much. Still she managed to gain her feet and begin moving looking at her torn dress. The fabric had ripped at the top seem just under her right breast and had separated leaving her belly exposed as well as part of her bra. It was then, that she realized why the grass had been damp causing her to slip. Both cups of her bra were slick with fluid as a stream of breast milk leaked from each nipple, and cascaded onto her exposed belly. Struck by the odd moment, she **** herself to move again toward the thickest part of the trees which parted revealing the yellow and red paint of the school crest against the dull silver hull. Quickly she started untying the two ropes that held the small boat in place when the next contraction hit full ****. Panting in pain like she had seen Macy do she managed to undo both lines which we thankfully tied to the same branch in a sort of triangle her dad had taught her when she was little. The pressure in her hips grew worse as the contraction peaked, but not wanting to waist a minute of time when it ended, she grabbed the branch firmly and strained to pull herself onto the seat in the middle of the small boat.

As she hit the warm seat, she suddenly heard a slightly muffled pop which she at first though was the boat settling, but that was followed by the sudden relief of pressure between her legs and a small amount of water sloshing against her shoes. “Oh boy”, she groaned knowing what it meant. “My water broke. Got to do this quick.” She said moments later as the pain once again ebbed. Furiously, she got up on one knee bracing her back against the seat and dug her paddle into the water with practiced motions powering out of the cove. Lake Possentifell was long covering almost forty miles in length, but it was also oddly narrow, being in some areas barely enough room to skip a stone before hitting the other bank. The area she lived on and was crossing was one of the wider bits, but not the widest point, that was at the head of the lake by a huge resort. Thankfully, there was a narrow section between them and she was fairly sure nobody would come down this far. It was one of the things she liked about it, all the fun of living on a big lake, none of the trouble. The next contraction hit her quickly, too quickly; as she was sure she had only made it to three minutes in her head. Stopping her paddling as she tried to look about all while breathing through the pain, she suddenly realized something shocking.

“This can’t be right. No!” She said to herself panicked. “Macy wasn’t this fast, we played cards for hours.” She screamed down at ball of pressure and fire that was her belly as with horror she realized that she was barely a quarter of the distance across the lake. By her estimation she should be at least a third maybe a half, by this point. Forcing herself on she tried to dig her paddle in more but the effort suddenly caused her belly to excerpt increased pressure between her legs. All at once it felt like her baby was between her knees as she let go of the paddles top handle. Her lower hand slammed into the side of the boat and would have let go of it but for the fact that the strain of the contraction and sudden change of pressure had locked it in place. At once her free hand shot down between her legs finding the damp cotton of the sweat shorts budging against something. Sliding her hand between the fabric and her belly, she felt the hair of her pussy being pushed aside by a large hard object. Finally the relentless pain of the contraction ended and her slit began to close once again on it. Determination fueled her now as she **** herself to paddle for all she was worth, making it just shy of half way across the lake before the next contraction started barely two minutes later. This time she moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard her. It passed, and again she furiously paddled for the shore, on and on as contractions built.

Just in the distance she could see the spot she was aiming for and her heart leapt, but felt another contraction overtake her. Screaming with determination and panic she **** herself to stroke as best she could during the pain. Just one, two, three more strokes she moaned as the destination grew ever closer. Forcing herself forward, she realized she was unable to close her legs as the fabric of the shorts was unable to give anymore, but it didn’t matter. With one last heave she threw the heavy anchor rope which wrapped around the branch right on the shore, while at the same time, with a last mighty huff she felt a sudden weight descend as the crotch seem of her shorts snapped and her baby squirted into the leg. A soft pop and cough hit her ears, followed by a faint cry. Exhausted she pulled the tattered shorts down and removed the small baby girl from where she had awkwardly landed. Almost as an afterthought she looked at the watch, just three fifty. In a daze she gathered the child from the boat and walked up the warn path that lead to her back door. Looking at the boat behind her she was surprised there was so little gore left after what she saw with Macy, but then again she couldn’t see her shorts. Entering the house a few minutes later, she found a note penned by her mother.

“Danny, took an earlier shift at work so that I could be here tonight. I know something is on your mind and I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you lately. Be home at six, and know that whatever it is, be it boy issues, or even a baby, I love you and will help you through it. Mom.”

“Well,” Danny sighed as she looked down at the baby. “Wait till mom see you.” Then with a contented sigh, she raised the baby to her nipple and headed upstairs to get cleaned up.