Yes, she has to know.

“What was that?” Macy moaned panting in between pushes.

Danny looked at the wash of fluids covering the rock in front of her. There seemed to be no way to tell where her fluid and Macy's began or ended, but the pressure she had felt hat worsened because she was squatting at the end of the rock chair. As she looked at the baby now sliding out of Macy, she knew she had to say something. She had to let Macy know that she was moments away from delivering her own baby. “I think my own water just broke.” She said with a tremble in her voice.

“Are you sure?” Macy strained.

“Pretty sure, I felt a lot of pressure, then a pop and now I’m soaked.” Danny grunted as her hands instinctively went to her soaked crotch.

“Are you feeling any more pressure?”

“Just a bit.” Danny grunted feeling the pressure growing between her legs again.

“It’s got to be the position you’re in. Move to the other chair.”

“But what about you?” Danny asked slowly pulling herself back up.

“Don’t worry, I’ve done this before.” Macy almost screamed in pain. “I’ll manage. How far apart are your contractions?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t keeping track.” Danny asked grunting as the pain she was feeling lessened as soon as she made it to her feet.

“Okay, just lay on the other chair, and take your pants off.” Macy puffed, panting through the end of the contraction.

“My pants?” Danny asked.

“Yeah, and start timing those contractions. Time in between and how long they are.” Macy moaned as another contraction started.

Danny did as instructed pulling the heavy soaked denim down her legs. It was slow going as the material stuck and clung to every inch of skin. Halfway through the process a contraction hit full **** leaving her sprawled on the other seat trapped by the material around her knees. Obediently, she looked at her watch noting the time was one thirty-five as the contraction reached its zenith and then again as it ended. They were just over a minute long, though she didn’t know how this was going to help her. Then she waited for the next on as she tried to kick off her shoes and the rest of the pants. She succeeded in untangling the mass of fabric just before the next contraction hit. Looking down at her watch, she saw it was one forty and in her mind she marked the time.

“About five minutes apart and about a minute in length.” She called when the contraction cleared. When no response came from Macy she turned just in time to see the baby’s head turning as Macy ran her hands between her legs.

“Almost there.” Macy moaned.

“You or me?”

“Both of us.”

Both of the women moaned and groaned as minutes crawled by. The pressure between legs had lessened and Danny had almost managed to relax when suddenly, a guttural moan came from Macy. Danny looked over just in time to see the baby slide onto the shirt Macy has put down to protect her baby. At once she turned and began rubbing the baby vigorously until it let loose a scream. Danny couldn’t help but be impressed as a perfunctory “Wow!” escaped her lips.

“How are you doing?” Macy asked after a few minutes.

“No change, but things have slowed down I think” Danny responded

“What do you mean?”

“Well the pressure is not as bad.”

“What about the contractions?”

“No faster or longer.”

“Good.” Macy answered

“Hey,” Danny called to get Macy’s fading attention. “There are a few blankets and a bunch of water and snacks in the space under the left wall. I mean, if you need it.”

“Thanks.” Macy answered as she took the laces out of her shoes and tied off the umbilical cord. Then taking a pair of scissors from her bag and cut the cord in a small spirt of blood. Then wrapping the baby in her shirt, she went searching for the blankets Danny had said were there. If she was tired or sore, she didn’t let on as she got down and reached into the sizable fissure in the rock, bringing back up the two vacuum sealed bags of food and blankets and the six pack of bottled water. Macy almost laughed when she realized the two women were well supplied and didn’t have to move until everything was done. Quickly she returned to Danny who was in the middle of a contraction.

“What’s so funny?” Danny grunted riding the contraction wave.

“You, you’re full of surprises.” Macy answered taking a bid swig of water. “I was worried about this moment. Especially when your water broke.”

“Why?”

“Because, I wasn’t sure how we were going to keep my baby warm if you could walk, but you though ahead.”

“Well,” Danny said with a sigh. “I figured if I had to, I would come down here and have the baby. So I got everything the books said I would need. Towels, blankets, water. The food I bring for when I hide out here.”

“Good work, I wasn’t nearly prepared for my first one.” Macy said pouring water over some of the more gory areas of her hands and body. “If it hadn’t happened in the middle of the night and at home, I would have been screwed.” They both chuckled nervously.

Both Macy, and to a lesser extent, Danny, knew that there was a long way to go before this day was in the bag. Danny tried her best to relax as the day wore on past three but slowly the pressure returned as the contractions quickened their pace. Soon, the contractions were about a minute apart and Macy took a position at her feet. Without warning she spread Danny’s legs and placed two fingers right up into Danny’s pussy. “What are you doing?” Danny screeched in surprise and alarm.

“Checking to see how dilated your cervix is.” Macy answered, “didn’t you see me doing it to myself?”

Suddenly Danny was thankful that Macy washed her hands with the sanitary water in the bottle rather than the lake. Not that she had much time to dwell on such things as just then the next contraction peaked bringing with it an overwhelming desire to push. “Macy.” She moaned. “I think I need to start pushing.”

“Go ahead honey.” Macy answered. “You’re all ready to go.”

With each push, the pressure between her legs grew as the baby’s head relentlessly **** its way out of her. The whole time Macy stayed with her.

“Don’t try to hold your breath, just pant.” Macy kept saying.

Her pussy started to burn as the baby’s head **** its way through followed by the shoulders. Sound fell away as only the small bits of skin in her nether regions existed in bursts of fire. Everything hurt, everything burned, and everything was pressure until, with one final pop inside her body, there was nothing. No feeling, no pain, no pressure only nothingness. The world came back in a foggy haze until a baby scream shot through everything as the warm bawling body of her son was laid on her breast. Within moments she was in love. Nothing else mattered and everything else would be worked out.