She says nothing and desides to wait things out here.

There were many reasons to leave the bathroom she had to admit to herself, but as she watched Macy have another contraction, she realized that there was really only one reason to stay. Staying meant not moving which in turn wouldn’t speed up their labors, and that seemed to Danny at least, to be the most important thing to the both of them. Slowly, she turned back to the door and decided to get as comfortable as possible.

“So what do we do now?” Danny asked adjusting the sides of her dress outward in order to get more air against her sweating skin.

“We relax.” Macy said slowly but not really exhaustedly.

“Sorry.” Danny said fidgeting. “I’ve never been very good at doing nothing.”

“Funny.” Macy answered with a laugh. “That’s all I’ve ever been good at.” Then she chuckled raising her shirt over her round belly. “Well, that and what led to this.”

Both of them chuckled in agreement as she replaced the white fabric which quickly absorbed her sweat and turned transparent wherever it contacted wet skin. Danny watched each panel of the soft button down slowly succumbed to the encroaching wetness as the material settled over her body. Within fifteen minutes her own sweating had abated but, it seemed that Macys’ skin was visible as if she wasn’t even wearing a shirt. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, her large silver dollar nipples were plainly seen. Danny looked down at her own chest and then at Macy as she stretched back against the wall. They were both about the same size, usually a C cup but with the pregnancy, inflated to D, made her wonder how any woman could go around without a bra. Slowly, she pulled her shirt out and looked down at her nipples just under the soft padding of the cup and wondered if her own nipples would swell up like that.

“Can I ask you something?” She said when her own curiosity about the physical changes in store for her couldn’t be slaked any longer.

“Sure.” Macy said with an annoyed grunt.

“Why? I mean how? I mean you’re….” Danny stammered blankly trying a nice way to say that Macy had her tits out to the world.

“What?” Macy pushing herself up the wall and onto her knees.

“Well, do you realize your shirt is,” She fumbled for the best word.

“Is what?” Macy asked moving her hands over her shirt.

“Well, not really keeping things covered?”

“Why, did I pop a button?” Macy asked pulling the fabric of her shirt tighter across her nipple. “Or is it that my shirt is see through?”

“You know?”

“Of course, why do you think I want to stay in here.”

“But why would you wear a shirt like that without a bra?” Danny asked finally.

“Because I didn’t, I took off my bra when I got here because it was soaked through.”

“With what?” Danny asked

“With milk. See.” Macy said giving her breast a squeeze and causing a large bubble of whitish-yellow liquid to flow into her shirt and splash onto the tile. “I figured nobody would noticed for the few moments I needed for us to walk here.” Macy slowly slid over to the same wall as her backpack and the one that Danny had propped herself up. Quickly, she rummaged through the bag before turning and seating herself on the other side of Danny. “See.” Macy said pulling her bra from her bag. “Once I really felt that I was in labor, I took it off while you were in the toilet. Just to get comfortable.”

Just then the sound of a voices came from outside the door of the restroom and started getting closer. At once Danny looked at Macy with panic in her eyes. “What do we do?”