doesthisreallymattter

[doesthisreallymattter]

Snowstorm

Words: 1809

Has some plot. My first fic so bare with me.

Tw: birth, fluids

18+

Minors do not enter or interact

“Oh no oh no FUCK!” My wife lets out a piercing cry.

“Shhh…shh. I know, sweetheart, it hurts.” I rub my knuckles across her cheek. The sweat rolling down her face makes my hands a tad damp. I shake it off though. Doesn’t matter. Her clenched jaw loosened a little as the contraction faded. She let out a relieved sigh.

“Are the midwives coming?” She asked weakly, her voice breaking softly. I look outside. There had been a raging snowstorm for the last few hours. It was only getting worse which meant the roads were only getting more dangerous. I looked over at her and gave her an uneasy glance. She closed her eyes and let out a frustrated grunt.

“I think we are on our own, angel.” I ran my fingers through her golden ringlets. She leaned into my touch and sighed. I got out of our bed. The soft warm sheets are a stark contrast to the sheer temperatures outside. She sat up.

“Can you get me some water?” She said, shuffling uncomfortably. I quickly grab her a glass and hand it to her. She takes it and shakily sips it. “I want this to be over…” she muttered weakly as she put the glass down.

“Believe me. I do too.” I looked over at her. “You okay? You need to move, change positions?” I walk up and kiss her knuckles softly. She grips my hand and grunts. She tilts her head back and I can tell she’s having another contraction. I quickly place a hand on the bottom of her swollen stomach. I reached up and wiped her moist forehead with the pads of my fingers. She shifted uncomfortably and let out a weak, shaky breath before letting out a soft whimper.

“I need to walk…” she whispered and took my arm. I hauled her up and out of the bed and placed my hands around her stomach to help steady her. “Oh god…” she mumbled and squatted. The pressure must have been getting to her because she let out a low groan. “F-…” she murmured. I rubbed her back and shoulders.

“You wanna walk or just stay here?” I asked softly. She responded with a weak grunt. I looked out the window at the rushing winds and back down at my laboring wife. Suddenly the power flickered, making the lights go off for a few seconds then back on again. “Would you be fine if I went and checked on the generator?” I asked softly, kneeling in front of her. She didn’t reply verbally however she leaned against me and buried her face into my shoulder before letting out a harsh scream. That was a no.

“I need to walk…” she mumbled again.

“Alright, I’ll help you.” I stood up and put a hand under her armpit to support her as she stood up fully. We began to walk around the house. Well, I walked, she stumbled and waddled. We reached the living room and she grabbed the back of the couch and squatted. She let out a mean grunt, her hand was reaching down to feel between her legs. This made me extremely worried that it was already time. It can’t be happening already. We should be in a hospital-or-or somewhere more organized with someone who’s actually delivered a baby before. Not me?! I don’t know what the hell I’m fucking doing?! I am broken out of my trance by a soft whimper from my wife. She was holding the edge of her pajama shorts trying to pull them down. “Sweetheart, I’ve got you…” I whispered into her ear. I pulled her fluid-ridden shorts down and her underwear to reveal her swollen pussy. I winced, almost audibly. I earned a worried glance from her as I reached up and put my palm against her pussy lips. I felt something hard and hairy, oh, it was the baby. OH SHIT IT’S THE BABY?!? I looked up at her and she looked down at me. This cannot be happening. She let out a pained gasp and I felt the baby shift above my palm. What the fuck. The birthing class did not teach us this?! “This…oh god.” I feel lightheaded, the entirety of our situation catching up to me. I’ve never thought I had a problem with blood or gore but I’m starting to think maybe I do. I shake my head to keep myself awake.

“I need to…fuck…I need to push.” She said, grabbing my hand that was cupped beneath her pussy.

“I-…hold on.” I quickly grab my phone and look up a few things before putting it down again. “Yeah…okay sweetheart. You wanna move? Change positions?” I asked nervously, she must have known I was nervous from the shaking in my voice. Probably not helping the situation at all. She nodded to my question and I stood up thinking she’d want to move to the bed or something of that matter. Instead, she turned around and reached for me. She grabbed me and pushed me to my knees, to which I quickly obliged. She then squatted and pushed her face into my shoulder. This is…unexpected. I looked over at her and placed my palm on her pussy lips, our baby, my baby’s head was peeking through.

“I’m gonna push…” she said softly, I nodded. This is insane. She pushed hard, squeezing my shoulder almost bruisingly. I felt the baby start to push against my hand as it peered out more from inside of my wife. I couldn’t help but find this a little…hot? I mean, I’ve always had a breeding kink but this was on a whole new level. I felt my pants tighten around my crotch area. I can’t focus on myself. My wife is pushing a goddamn child out of her. She let out a pained grunt as she finished pushing. I bit my bottom lip. She couldn’t see how much this was affecting me, but I think deep down she was taking satisfaction from it.

“You’re doing great, angel,” I whispered into her ear as she started to push again. This time she let out a scream that made me wince.

“I need to move-I need to change positions.” She said hurriedly.

“You want to sit down?” I asked calmly. She gave me a vigorous nod. I sat her down on the nearest cushy object, the couch. She shuffled uncomfortably on it as she sat down. I then smiled and took her thick thighs. She gave me a confused glance before I pushed her thighs up and made her spread. She let out a gasp and I smiled. I lifted her shirt and moved it over her swollen stomach. I kissed her belly and looked down at her pussy. Our baby was peeking out of it, barely, but they were there. She gave me a low groan and tilted her head back. She pushed again, holy shit she was so hot like this. Heavy and swollen with my child. Pushing out my baby. “That’s it…” I coaxed, kissing the top of her stomach. I looked down and watched as she pushed, fuck she was so hot. The baby’s head was beginning to push open my wife. She spread more and more to accommodate our baby as it made its way through her birth canal. “You’re doing great…” I said with a grunt. My pants were feeling really tight by now. She let out a small scream and the baby was in full crown now. Her lips red and taut around the baby’s head. Fuck I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I held my wife’s legs open and I was slowly spreading them wider. Suddenly, the power went out. “Fuck.” I muttered, grabbing my flashlight. “Okay sweetheart, you want me to turn the power on or stay here with you?” She looked up at me and then down at our emerging child.

“I’ll…fuck…I’ll hold off…you-hoooooooo…go turn the generator on…” She tilted her head back and closed her legs slightly. I gave her a concerned glance. “Please just go…” she responded.

“Be careful. Yell for me if you need me okay?” I kissed her sweaty forehead gently. “I love you.”

“I love-nghhhhh…-you too.” She whimpered. I propped a flashlight up so she could see and ran off downstairs. The generator was deep in the depths of the basement. The basement was unfinished and had little to nothing in it. I walked over to the generator put a small flashlight in my mouth and looked for the switch to turn it on. I heard a deep groan from upstairs and knew she was struggling to not push. I had to hurry. My hands wandered over the generator and I finally found the switch. I turned it on and waited. And waited. The machine made a loud noise and it started up. A few minutes later the power came back. That was when I heard a piercing scream. I looked up, fuck, I ran up the stairs and went into the living room. My wife was holding one leg up while the other was still down. The head of our child emerging from her tight pussy. This baby is coming now. I kneeled down in front of her and put my palm on the baby’s head. “It’s coming OUT!” She screamed and grabbed my bicep. She squeezed it and pushed. I looked down at our emerging child and spread her open. That caused the baby to shift even further out, earning a loud grunt from my wife. She pushed again and the baby’s head came out with a pop, fluid cascading down onto the couch and ground. Fuck, we will just buy a new couch later. My cock twitched as she put a hand on the baby’s head. Holy shit this was so hot. I bit the inside of my lip trying not to make it noticeable.

“You’re doing great, my love.” My voice quivered as I spoke. She probably chalked it up to nerves. In reality, it was because pre-cum was staining my boxers. She grabbed my arm and pushed hard, squeezing the muscle in my arm and leaving small crescent marks from her nails. The baby rotated and slowly emerged. I caressed her inner thigh as I watched her push my child into this world. The baby I put in her. She let out a scream and a shoulder popped out. I hesitantly put my hands on the back of my baby waiting to catch it. She grabbed the back of the couch and with a final push the baby emerged. Fluid gushed onto the floor and I held my baby and it screamed. I quickly gave the baby to her and placed it on her chest. I then planted my hands on either side of her waist and came straight into my pants.