She stays to help Macy

At once Macy’s words had the desired effect of shaking Danny out of her panic and she moved back to Macy’s side. “I’m Sorry.” She said putting her hand on Macy’s belly. “I guess I kind of lost it back there.”

“I know, I did the same thing during my first. Fortunately I was home alone the first time, and no matter how I panicked I got, there was nobody for me to panic to. I just had to get through it.” Macy said pushing herself a little further up the rock. “Just remember, birth is a natural process. It’s going to happen whether you **** it or not. Just listen to your body and do what it tells you.”

Danny knew it was good advice and for the next hour she watched as Macy labored on the rock. Her own contractions built and fell away quickening their pace. As they did, Macy revealed the stories of her other births. She told her how she had gotten through the first by standing in the shower until her legs gave out and ended pushing the baby out in the tub. She told how she wrapped the baby in a soft towel and brought it to the local fire station, and even about the loss she felt in doing so. She told Danny about the second baby, a little girl, who ended up being born in the ladies room in the band hall because she thought the playing would muffle her pants and moans. How she had to keep quiet when another girl came in to use the facilities and how she thought she would get busted while sneaking the baby out of school. Each and every though came pouring out like a confession of guilt during a **** session as the contractions came faster and harder.

Slowly the small bubble between her legs grew as the top of the baby’s head parted the lips of Macy’s labia. All at once the amorphous gray blob began to take shape complete with a nose, and forehead. Yet, try as she did, no matter how far Macy pushed, when she rested, the baby seemed to slip back in. Danny looked at her watch, half timing Macy’s contractions, half her own, the dial read just past one thirty and Danny suddenly became aware that the face had a big cartoon unicorn with the hooves marking the hour and minute hands. She focused on the soft childlike image and willed herself to **** the baby out with Macy with each contraction. Then suddenly, there it was, a feeling of pressure between her legs. With Macy’s next contraction, and with each one after, it became her focus.

“What the hell, are you pushing with me?” Macy screamed.

“No, I mean yes, I mean I don’t…” Danny stammered.

“Don’t, you’ll tear if you try to **** things too soon.” Macy groaned as she started to push herself up on the rock. “Look this isn’t working, I have to change positions.” Macy panted trying to conserve her strength.

“What do you need me to do?” Danny asked.

“Help me to turn around and kneel. Then take off your shirt.”

“Why my dress?” Danny asked with a bit of surprise at the request.

“Because,” Macy moaned as Danny helped her flip into a position facing the rocks flat back. “This is going to be a bit messy and that a nice dress. I don’t want it to get fucked up with birth goo.” She said with a halfhearted chuckle.

“Oh.” Danny said grinning as she slipped the dress over her head and put it hanging on the flat part of the rock wall behind her. “Now what?”

“When the baby comes out, don’t let it hit the ground.” Macy answered fully engaged with another push.

Several contractions came and went as Macy pushed, grunted and, at times, weakly screeched with effort. Each time Danny, squatting, legs open to allow for her belly and the rock, willed the effort in herself forward for Macy. Slowly the imaginary pressure returned as the hands on her watch marched on to two in the afternoon. Suddenly the baby’s head came out in one tremendous push the Danny felt herself give as well. She panted with Macy expecting it to go away as any phantom would, just like before, when Macy yelled at her. Only it didn’t, in fact it did something unexpected. Too late, she realized that the pressure inside herself was real, and was riding a massive contraction. All at once, Danny felt a pop as the pressure released in a flood of liquid which soaked her jeans and the bottom of the rock. Fighting with everything, she couldn't stop the words from exiting her mouth in one annoyed and pained "Oh Shit!"

She knew what had happened, but should she say anything to Macy?