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Echoes From the Paternity Ward
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Chapter 1 

The 7:00 a.m. alarm blared loudly, interrupting Nathan’s light sleep. He was fast to slam his fist down on the clock, hoping for another 5, 10, even 15 minutes of sleep. Unfortunately, his boyfriend Blake was even  quicker to spoil those plans. 
“Come on Nathan, get up. Madison needs a feeding, and you know that I can’t do much in that department.” 
His boyfriend shook him awake, forcing the groggy man from his  slumber. 
“I wish we’d just ween her already. I’m getting tired of the soreness and the way you can just shrug it off because it’s not your tit.” He rolled back over, and his boyfriend had to interrupt tying his tie to get Nathan back up. 
“You’re the one that wanted kids, now get up. I don’t want the CPA knocking on OUR door because of YOUR neglect.” 
Nathan once again sat up in the slowest possible manner and stretched, yawning loudly. He scratched his side before putting a hand on his lower back and slowly got out of bed. In all honesty, he could have used a few more hours of sleep, but the day called and he had to answer no matter what. He lumbered over to his 7 month old daughter’s crib and plucked the crying baby up. 
“Shh, shh. Momma’s here, it’ll be all better.” He bounced her up and down on his shoulder a moment before lifting up his shirt, revealing a puffy, swollen nipple. His now naked torso also gave way to his now 3 month pregnant stomach. The girl quickly latched on to his right nipple and began feeding. 
“God, when did I just become a baby factory? I feel like I live in a trailer park or a poor section of Ireland.” Nathan mumbled to himself. Blake hopped down the hallway, past Madison’s room, attempting to put his dress socks on. “Sweetie, do we have any more orange juice?” Blake called out from the hallway. 
“What do I look like? A grocer? Check the fridge yourself.” Nathan called out, wincing a little as he felt a sharp nibble. “Gah! You must be teething already. Be a little nicer to me, I only have two of these.” His daughter continued to suckle greedily on his right until he felt it start to dry up. Without hesitation, he switched her to his left nipple. “You’re getting to be bigger too, I might just have to switch to formula before you dry me out for good. Don’t want your new brother or sister to go hungry, now do you?” 
The girl continued to suckle. “I guess you do.” Nathan laughed a little, listening as he could hear cabinets open and close downstairs. He ran a hand through his messy, brown hair, thinking about what he wanted for breakfast.. Madison finished her own breakfast and he sat her down in her crib, using a towel to clean up the dribble she left behind on his chest. Nathan crept downstairs to see Blake off to work. The buzzcut in a monkey suit was busy downing the last of the Cheerios as Nathan walked into the kitchen. 
“I hope you left me some Cookie Crisp.” Nathan threatened as he opened a cabinet, browsing through the cereal selection. “And some milk for that matter.” 
“Nope, only a bottle of ketchup and some olives.” Blake smiled before spooning another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. 
“If you weren’t so adorable, I’d leave you for someone else.” Nathan winked at his boyfriend, pulling a chair up next to him and planting a kiss on his lips before pouring his own breakfast. “Now how late will our breadwinner be coming home tonight?” 
“Not too late. I have a new client, another paternity suit. I can usually rush through the introductions pretty quickly, but I know I’ll be having to burn the midnight oil later this week. Don’t worry, I’ll make tonight count.” Blake ran a hand through Nathan’s messy brown hair. “But only if you clean yourself up, you look like Ellen Degeneres crossed with a monkey right now.” 
Nathan scoffed and playfully punched his boyfriend on the shoulder. “You’d better finish up, it’s almost 7:20.” Blake emptied the bowl of cereal and tossed the bowl and spoon into the sink. He gave his boyfriend one last peck on the cheek before running out the door. 
Nathan wasn’t in any rush. He slowly drank the dregs of his cereal and rinsed the dishes off before loading them into the dishwasher. He then stumbled out onto the driveway to pick up the paper. 
Unfortunately Dave, his loathsome neighbor, was outside to meet him. Nathan waved at him, out of politeness, only to grimace at the returned greeting. Dave and his wife were dedicated to filling the world with their own DNA, and it came out as an obnoxious competition between him and every other guy in the neighborhood. Dave rubbed his now 5 month belly and stretched his lower back a little before walking over to Nathan. 
“Hey buddy…” Dave drew the “y” out to further enunciate his annoying personality. “How’s Madison doing?” 
“She’s okay. She got over a cold on Friday, and she’s back to being her normal, vampire-like self.” He forced a chuckle. 
“Well, Cynthia just started into her terrible two’s and she’s definitely been a handful. Then Michael and Joshua have started fighting over their toys, and now Jesse wants to get his first cell phone. I’m thinking of seeing if the ol’ dealership might give me a better deal on my paternity leave, because these kids are robbing me dry of money and time.” He laughed a bit and then quickly brought a hand back down to his belly. “Oof! I just felt a kick, wanna feel?” 
Nathan reluctantly brought a hand to his neighbor’s stomach and felt something roll around and kick outward. 
“I’m due for my first ultrasound today. I’m hoping for another girl.” Dave smiled enthusiastically. “So how’s the first trimester going? Morning sickness not getting you down?” 
Nathan shook his head. “I haven’t really been getting it too bad. I’m guessing this one’s going to be kind to me. I thought I was going to die when I went through it with Madison.” 
Dave chuckled a little. “Well, you’ll learn the second time around is a lot better than the first. I’m expecting my 5th to be a cakewalk.” He said with a satisfactory pat on the belly. 
“I don’t know how you do it, Dave…” Nathan trailed off, halfway out of wonder and halfway out of annoyance. 
“Some of us men are just made for big families. Speaking of which, I’d better get back inside and get all the little munchkins up for breakfast. Take care, Nathan.” Dave started back inside, one hand caressing his lower back and the other caressing his belly. 
“You too, Dave.” Nathan bent over and grabbed the paper. He rustled it up a bit and began to look through today’s news. “Hrm, so Brad Pitt had a boy.” Nathan said to himself. “They make such big deals about celebrities having babies. I’m just so tired of seeing pregnant Brad Pitt on every single tabloid in the grocery check-out line.” Nathan walked inside and tossed the paper on the table. He walked upstairs and went back into Madison’s room to check up on her. Luckily, the little girl was sound asleep, allotting Nathan with a little “me” time. He waltzed into the bathroom and began to run the water for a nice long bubble bath. He stripped down and began to look at himself in the mirror. He flexed his biceps and triceps, ran a finger through his sparse chest hair, puffed his stomach in and out. It was a typical guy “pre-shower” montage, except it was followed by an effeminate display of sliding into his elegant bath tub and deciding what bath salts to pour in. 
2 shampoo Mohawks and one rendition of “Rubber Ducky Theatre” later, Nathan emerged from the tub and dried off. He quickly dressed into something comfortable and went back to check on Madison. She was still fast asleep, so he snuck into the living room to watch a Thundercats DVD. He fell asleep dreaming of various characters from Dynasty tearing him apart under the order of Mumra. They ripped his limbs from his torso, and slowly began to disembowel him, their beautiful diamond necklaces glinting through the blood. Nathan awoke abruptly, sweaty from fear and distress. He had only been asleep for an hour, but it felt like he had just been unearthed from an 80’s time capsule. The piercing sound of Madison’s cry alerted him to begin her lunch. He groggily lumbered into her room and took his shirt off, revealing two leaky nipples and a small paunch. He picked her up, shushing her to keep her from creating a migraine, and brought her to a nipple.  Her siren-like voice was quickly replaced by the noise of suction. 
Nathan sighed as she chowed down, hoping that he could wean her before the next one came along. Not that breastfeeding was that much of a hassle, but he’d like something of a break before chaining the next child onto his chest. He had missed having a normal set of pecs, he wasn’t exactly walking around and boasting boobs, but he wouldn’t mind being able to wear a shirt without fear of wet spots forming if the fabric brushed him the wrong way. Madison popped his nipple out of her mouth, letting him know that she was done. 
“I guess we’d better go be productive now.” He smiled as he held her at eye level. “We’ve got a lot of food to buy for daddy and if you wear that outfit mommy bought for you last week, you’ll help mommy meet a lot of hot guys. Doesn’t that sound fun?” Nathan laughed and began to blow on his daughter stomach, evoking an equal exchange of laughter. He checked her diaper (no mess) and changed her into a salmon-colored romper he had picked up from Baby Gap. After slipping on a new pair of dry clothes and dropping his nightmare-sweat-soaked laundry into the hamper, he loaded his daughter up into her booster seat in the car and set off for the super market. He passed by a number of his neighbors on the way, all gardening and all late into their pregnancies. He pulled his car over to chat with Norman, who was now 8 months along with twins and spraying his lawn down with a hose. The man, an accountant who was having trouble adjusting to the virtually lax schedule of paternity leave, waddled up to the car and began to stutter some small talk. 
“H-h-h-hey there Nathan. What are you up to?” He rubbed his enormous belly as he talked. 
Nathan smiled, he had always liked Norman at a distance. He wasn’t fake or deceptive, just some quirky little nerd with a wife that wore the pants in every situation, especially this one. 
“Oh, not much. Just going shopping with Madison. Blake ran out of peanut butter last night, so I figure that now is a better time than never to go restock the pantry. I thought I was supposed to be the one demanding food, but he’s got the appetite of a stoner going through our predicament.” Nathan gave his smallish belly a gratuitous rub. 
“D-d-d-d-don’t talk too loud about F-O-O-D or else these two will get another craving.” Norman pointed at his stomach. “I had steak, mustard, and radishes the other night. The after taste almost made me lose it. Plus, I don’t think Celia is really liking going out at night and rounding up all that food for me.” He nervously looked around as if he was being watched. 
Nathan smiled again. “Well, I’ll spare you and get on my way. Don’t work too hard out there, the heat is your enemy when you’re carrying two this late in the game. I’d recommend you go inside and lounge a bit or else those two will make an early entrance.” Nathan reached across the passenger side and lightly prodded Norman’s massive mound through the window. “You’re due next month, right?” 
Norman wrenched his face in slight terror. “Yep. Exactly 28 days until D day. I don’t think I’m ready, even with all those Lamaze classes Celia drags me to. I’m not the only one either, most of the other guys in there are frightened out of their gourds. Only the wives, husbands, girl and boyfriends are the confident ones, but that’s because they get to sit behind their prize cows and tell them to breathe. Frankly, I think it’s barbaric, but I can’t say that around Celia or she’d give me a C-section on the spot and kill me after they were out.” He grabbed his stomach defensively. “How did you do it anyways?” 
Nathan giggled. “Just remember to crush Celia’s hand while you’re in labor. It’s kind of like a ‘Get out of jail free’ card. You rarely ever get to show your mate who’s boss and not face any repercussions. It also detracts from the fact that you’re pushing a 9 pound flesh bag out of your butt…well, two in your case.” 
Norman furrowed his brow in a tragic look of despair and anxiety, only to quickly swap to a look of discomfort as one of his babies began to kick at his belly. Nathan saw the foot’s outline emerge on the surface, bringing back memories of Madison while he was carrying her. 
“And don’t stress yourself out too much, the babies go through what you go through. The calmer you are, the better.” He reached across again and patted Norman on the stomach, right by where a foot was prodded outward. “Take care, and give me a call sometime before you deliver. I need to lend you a video that really helped me out with Madison.” Nathan waved before he rolled up the window and began to drive off, leaving behind the near-to-bursting accountant rubbing his belly on his lawn. A few red lights later, Nathan was at the grocery store. He smiled fiendishly as he pulled into the expectant mother parking spot. He might not have been waddling, but he WAS an expectant mother. He put Madison into a shopping cart and began to browse through the aisles, attempting to remember what exactly Blake had asked for the night before. 
“…pickles…alfalfa sprouts…mango chutney…mint chutney…green salsa…red salsa…corned beef…pastrami…” He mumbled his makeshift checklist out loud as he plucked jar after jar from the shelves.
As he pushed his cart, he smiled down at his daughter. A loud crash was heard two aisles down. Nathan, always loving to spectate a scene, quickly pushed his cart to investigate. Lying on a pile of rice bags was a heavily pregnant man in his late 30’s. He had obviously toppled over and was now breathing deeply as he caressed his stomach. 
“Are you okay sir?” “What’s wrong?” “Let me help you up.” Several people had surrounded him, unsure of what to do. He shook his head and clutched at his belly in pain. “…In…labor…” he panted out. Several people panicked and hobbled away from the scene in disgust. Nathan, however, was quick to react. 
"Someone call an ambulance!” He yelled out as he walked over to the laboring man. He arranged the bags of rice behind the man’s head so that he was comfortable. He looked into the man’s eyes. “How far apart are the contractions?” 
“…Two minutes…Aaaah!” the man screamed as another contraction tore through him. 
“Jesus. What made you go grocery shopping while you were that far in labor?” Nathan held the man’s hand as he rode the pain out. 
“I didn’t know I was in labor, I just thought it was back pain” the man was huffing “you don’t have to be a jerk about it.” 
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Has your water broken yet?” As if on cue, a gush of fluids leaked out the legs of the man’s pants. “Well, that’s convenient. I hope you don’t mind, sir, but I’m going to have to take these off and check your progress.” He set about to removing the man’s bottoms and spread his legs so that he could get a good view of the man’s anus. Several people turned their heads in disgust at the sight of the man’s birth canal. “Oh god, we’re going to have to deliver this baby here. You’re fully dilated and I can see the baby down the canal.” 
Another contraction resonated through the laboring man as he held up three fingers. 
“Three babies?! You really did pick the best time to go grocery shopping. Alright, we’re getting the first one out right now. On the next contraction, I want you to push down. Someone bring me some clean towels, some dishwashing gloves and some rubber bands.” 
A young boy working behind a checkout counter quickly set to bringing Nathan his supplies. By now, the whole grocery store was either surrounding the laboring man or huddled off to the side and muttering about how disgusting the “freak of nature” was. 
Another contraction came and the man bore down, clutching his massive belly all the while. Nathan stayed focused between his legs, watching the baby slowly get pushed through the canal. 
“You’re doing good, just keep pushing with every contraction.” Nathan coached. The grocery store employee brought the items he requested and he draped a towel over the man’s knees to keep a degree of privacy to the whole ordeal. He placed some more towels underneath the man’s anus and slipped the gloves on. He turned to the boy “I forgot, I need you to fetch some scissors and a turkey baster. New ones, out of the package, please. They need to be sterile.” 
The man began pushing again and the baby’s head pressed against the rim of the canal. Nathan peeked out from behind the man’s legs. “You’re doing good, the head is crowning.” The laboring man nodded. His sweaty face was washed over with bewilderment and he was doing his best to confine his screams of pain. Nathan ducked back underneath the towel to check the man’s progress. The baby’s head crowned as howls of agony resounded throughout the grocery store. 
“You’re almost there, just 4 more good pushes and I can pull the rest of the baby out.” Nathan steadied his hands at the man’s entrance, watching the head slowly begin to slip out. A pair of scissors was handed to Nathan and he sat them on the wad of towels. The man was clutching his knees now, causing the towel to droop down over Nathan’s head. He looked up at the man’s face. He was incredibly handsome, his jet-black hair was clumped against his sweaty forehead. His eyes were clenched shut from the sheer pain and his stubbly jaw was stuck open in a noiseless scream. His muscles bulged from his biceps as he flexed them, pulling his kneecaps closer and closer to his face. Nathan’s focus went back to the baby whose head was now almost completely out of its father’s birth canal. He cradled the head in the palms of his hands and used the turkey baster to carefully clear its nostrils of fluids. 
“Keep pushing! You’re almost there!” The man, now almost completely exhausted complied with Nathan and pushed until the shoulders were clear. Nathan then began to pull the baby out. 
“It’s a boy!” He used the towels to clean the wailing baby off and handed the bundle to the exhausted father. Tears streamed down his cheek as he took the baby into his arms and rested it slightly on his still large belly. 
“He’s so beautiful.” He smiled as he looked at the small child, loudly announcing its arrival into the world. 
“I believe your child is pretty hungry, you should feed him. Getting out of your womb is a big ordeal and you can at least compensate him with a good meal.” Nathan winked at the man and helped him roll up his shirt. For someone who had just gone through a whole pregnancy with triplets, the man had kept the rest of his body in good shape. His pecs were still defined and the only hint that he was able to breastfeed came from his swollen nipples. They sat perkily upon two very large and dark areolas. Nathan helped the man guide his child to the left nipple and he immediately latched on and sucked away hungrily. 
“Let me know if you feel another contraction, I’m going to check on my daughter.” Nathan stepped towards his grocery cart and picked Madison up. Despite the loud opera that echoed throughout the store, Madison had been sleeping soundly. “Ugh, this means you’ll be up all night.” He pulled the cart closer to the man and popped a squat by him, awaiting the next contraction. ‘How could this guy just neglect his labor like this?’ Nathan thought to himself. ‘Oh well, serves him right. Now he’s got to pop his kids out spread eagle for the whole world to see.’ As if on cue, the man clenched his teeth and made a loud hissing noise, alerting Nathan that his next contraction had already started. Nathan took the first baby, who refused to release his father’s nipple, and placed him gently on some towels. Nathan ducked beneath the towel to check out the man’s progress. 6cm, he would have a bit to go. 
Time passed and the crowd began to die down, Nathan was astounded that the ambulances had yet to arrive. ‘Please don’t tell me that I have to deliver all three. I just want to get my groceries and take my daughter home.’ He mentally complained. Several more contractions came and went, yet still no ambulance. The man began to howl and grasp wildly at his kneecaps. “No sir, don’t push yet! You’re not fully dilated yet!” Nathan called out and dove under the towel. As it turned out, he was. “Okay, you’re at 10 cm. On the next contraction, I need you to push.” The man nodded, his forehead sweaty and eyes somewhat out of focus from the exhaustion. ‘Poor guy.’ Nathan thought to himself. Nathan steadied himself at the birth canal, watching the second child begin its descent into the real world. “Push!” Nathan would cry, only to hear screams of agony in response. The child slowly began to approach the cusp of the birth canal and after several contractions, its head began to crown. “The head is crowning! You’re almost there!” After several more pushes, the baby slid out. 
Nathan repeated the cleaning ritual, but the child didn’t have enough time to get its first meal, as the next contraction got an early start. Setting the child down on the blankets, Nathan went back to his post. “Alright sir, this one should come quicker. Be prepared to push on the next contraction, you’re still dilated.” The man complied and began pushing his final child out. Just as Nathan was about to take a break and check on Madison, he noticed something not right in the birth canal…feet. “Sir, your last baby is a breech. I’m going to have to reach inside and turn it around, or else this will get way more complicated than necessary and could jeopardize your baby’s health.” The man simply nodded, far too tired to even truly know what was going on. Nathan slowly slipped an arm inside the canal and felt the baby. Carefully he set to turning the baby around, making sure the umbilical cord wasn’t obstructing any part of the baby’s exit and slipped it back out. “You okay, sir? I need you to keep pushing, you’re almost done.” The man didn’t say anything, just proceeded to push, lacking the energy to confirm with Nathan. Another 20 minutes of pushing later, and the final baby was out. 
All three were boys and, aside from the first one, were all very hungry. Nathan handed the man #2 and #3 and helped him perch one up on each arm so that he could feed two at once. As Nathan busied himself with cleaning up placenta, the EMTs finally arrived. Nathan simply dropped the placenta. “I did most of your job, you do the dirty work.” As he started to walk off, the man called weakly for him. Nathan perched down by him. 
“Thank you, so much for what you did today. How did you…?” 
“I used to work in a paternity ward until I started getting in the family way. Let’s just say that you’re practice for when I get back into the job, of course, I need to deliver this one,” he patted his bulge, “and get both of them out of the toddler years before I can get back into the baby business.” 
The man smiled weakly. “I appreciate it. What’s your name?” 
“Nathan. Nathan Kollister. And yours?” 
“Carl Stephanopolis.” 
“Pleased to meet you Carl. I’d love to stick around any longer, but I’ve got some grocery shopping to do, and hungry mouths to feed.” Nathan stood up and pushed the cart with his daughter back onto the dry goods aisle.

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Chapter 2 

Nathan was busy stirring a pot of stroganoff at the stove when he heard the back door unlock. 
"Hey sweetie, hit any squirrels on the way home?" Nathan smirked as he kept his eyes on the pot. 
"That's so not funny, you would have panicked too if you saw one dart out in front of your vehicle. Besides, it's just slight bumper damage and it was last week, the joke got old on Friday." Blake slipped up behind his boyfriend and nestled his face in the crook of his neck. "You smell good." 
"Mmmm." Nathan leaned his head back, taking in the sensation of Blake's scruff on his skin. 
"But this stroganoff smells better." Blake chuckled as Nathan slapped playfully at his face. "Where's Madison?" 
"She's in her crib, I just laid her down for a nap 10 minutes ago. She's been sleeping most of today, so I'm sure that tonight's going to be another doozy." Nathan covered the pot with a lid and lowered the heat to a simmer. He then set to slicing the loaf of french bread and slathering the slices with garlic-butter. After laying the slices on a baking sheet, he popped it into the oven and followed Blake out of the room. 
Blake was leaning against the door frame, contently watching his daughter sleep. 7 months had gone by and he still was amazed that he was a father. Things usually became tired and old after a few weeks with him, but he was still living in the exact moment where he heard his daughter cry for the first time. Nathan quickly wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's waist and pulled him closer. 
"Yeah she's cute right now, but wait until she goes into alarm clock mode." Nathan said, tugging at Blake's tie. 
Blake stared him straight in the eyes and grinned ear to ear. "I'm not the one who has to deal with her, Mom." He planted a kiss on Nathan's lips. 
"That's what you think." Nathan kissed back, enjoying the taste of his boyfriend's mouth. "I'll be sawing redwoods tonight, I'm pooped." 
"What exactly did you do today?" 
"Oh, just delivered three kids." Nathan said, nonchalantly. 
Blake's brow instantly furrowed. "What? You're kidding, right? I thought you weren't going to be doing any of that while we're still raising Madison and bringing number 2 into the world. Where? What?" 
"Don't start with that." Nathan interrupted. "It's not what you think. I was grocery shopping with Madison when a guy went into full blown labor with his triplets in the store. EMS was late to show up and I had no choice but to help him deliver. You should have seen the look on his face, had to be a first time mother because he was practically scared shitless. I don't know what would happen if I wasn't there because no one really stepped up to help out." 
Blake sighed. "Alright, just as long as you don't go back to the hospital. Those shifts are too long for you, and you know how bad it was working when you were pregnant with Madison. I don't want to lose you, and I'm pretty sure that would happen if you try to juggle everything. Just let me take care of everything." 
Nathan smiled and locked his arms behind Blake's head. "I know honey, and I appreciate what you're doing." He kissed him again. "Just don't wig out so much. You're starting to make me feel like a teenager." 
The smell of garlic bread wafted into the room. "Dinner time." He quickly broke his grasp and turned to the kitchen. 
"Gimme a chance to shower and change!" Blake called out after Nathan. Blake dashed up the stairs and showered himself off. Unlike Nathan, he was quick and efficient with hygiene and within a minute was toweled off. After picking some comfy shorts and a blue tee, he stumbled downstairs to find the dinner table set with his boyfriend already digging in. 
"Patience, young grasshopper." Blake said as he sat down and picked up a fork. 
Nathan washed his mouthful down with a glass of milk. "When are you going to grow your hair out, Jarhead?" 
"Oh come on, you don't think it's a good look for me?" Blake sub-consciously ran a hand over his buzzed scalp. 
"I guess, still don't get why you did it. You're not going bald are you?" 
"NO!" Blake yelped out defensively. "I told you, it's just a thing they do at the firm. Some weird, post-frat tradition they have. You want to get paid, you run with the flock." 
"Tsk tsk." Nathan smirked, forking another bit of stroganoff. "The last episode of The Office is airing tonight, you know, because of the Writer's Strike." 
"Mrmmrmm!" Blake exclaimed with a mouth-full of food. After vigorously chewing and swallowing, he yelled out. "HOW COULD I FORGET! What time is it?" 
"6:45, we've got 15 minutes. Don't freak out so much." 
"Baby, you know how I feel about The Office." 
"And you know how I feel about footrubs." Nathan arched his eyebrow suggestively. 
"Fine, I'll give you one while I watch." Blake knew it was pretty much mandatory unless he wanted to be in the doghouse. 
Nathan pumped his fists into the air with the grace of another victory. 

After the evening transpired, with much spooning in front of the TV, they both retired to the bedroom. Nathan dropped his pants on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Blake leapt onto the bed behind him and instantly began pawing at his boyfriend's shoulders. "Tonight? Pweaaase?" Blake childishly pleaded into Nathan's ear. 
Nathan bit his lip lightly and grinned, turning to meet Blake's lips. They began to make out, letting their hands flow freely about each other's bodies. Blake broke the kissing momentarily to grab the bottom of Nathan's shirt and slowly peeled it up and over his head. His lips left Nathan's mouth and slowly began a march down his body. He stopped to nibble at his collarbone, lightly teased his nipples with his tongue, and made butterfly kisses on Nathan's belly. With nimble fingers, he began to tug at the elastic band on Nathan's briefs. Nathan was already excited and Blake barely had to stimulate it before it was at full attention. 
Nathan thrust his head back and crooned lightly, he didn't want to wake Madison up after all. Blake busied himself down south, slathering it with his tongue before diving down on it. Up and down he bobbed, causing Nathan to lightly pump his hips upward. Before long, Nathan could feel that familiar sensation building up. 
"I'm com-I'm com--" He really wasn't able to finish his sentence, and simply laid back with his hands behind his head. He smiled contently as he could feel the tingles travel up and down his legs. Blake quickly cleaned up with a tissue and opened a drawer on the nightstand. Pulling out a bottle and a wrapped condom, he busily set to work preparing himself for the next stage. Nathan took the cue and began to remove his briefs while finding a comfortable position. He laid back, perched up on some pillows and spread his legs. From this position, he realized that he was getting bigger than he expected, at least somewhat bigger than he was with Madison at this point. Blake began to hover over him, kissing him on the mouth once more before planting his arm into the headboard as he maneuvered himself into Nathan. 
Nathan grunted as Blake probed him and began to fall into the slow and steady rhythm of his boyfriend. Before long, they were rocking at the same moment, in complete unison like a pendulum swinging. Blake tried his best to stifle his moans, but as he continued to pump harder and harder, it was inevitable that he would call out. As he became lost in the throes of ecstasy, he gave one triumphant shout as he released. He pulled out, and they both panted as they curled around each other to drift off...until Madison's cries quickly dragged them back into the waking world. 
"I'll go." Nathan said. 
"No, i'll check. You need to rest, I'll let you know if she needs to be fed." 
"Thanks sweetie..." Nathan trailed off as his head lowered itself back onto the pillow.

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Nathan leaned against the counter and closed his eyes. The drone of the intercom operator and hospital machinery grinded its way through one ear and out the other. He could feel his baby squirming around inside his enormous belly and the tug of his lower center of gravity. He placed a hand on it, trying to rub at Madison through the tightly stretched fabric of his scrubs. His skin was sore to the touch and he winced slightly as the drumtight surface of his belly responded to the slightly coarse fabric of his uniform. 
“Kollister!” A voice echoed, both sharp and soft at the same time. “Your shift isn’t over yet, we need you in here.” 
Nathan opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It was as if he was muted entirely. 
“I know you’re tired, but it’s a full moon. You know what that means.” The voice continued to grasp at him from some far-off distance. “Go through those doors and do your job.” 
Nathan waddled down the bleach-white hall and pushed through the double doors into a very familiar place…the ward. It was different, though. Usually the patients had their own private rooms, but the hall was filled with semi-private partitions and each one had the curtain drawn back and was booked with a laboring man, each of varying ages and ethnicities. At least two dozen patients looked at him helplessly, as if they had been stuck in an elevator all day and he was the technician that broke them out. He could feel their fear, their pain. It emanated off them like steam and drifted towards Nathan, coating his tongue with a bitter taste. The ward was never this full before and the sight was simply overwhelming for Nathan. As quickly as he could, he set about checking the patients. Timing their contractions, checking their dilations, filling IV bags, a never-ending chore list and it seemed to keep piling up. Men were already starting to push without his supervision. ‘Where are the other nurses?’ He thought to himself as he slipped underneath a patient’s hospital gown to monitor the crowning of a head. A symphony of screams resounded throughout the hall, Nathan was simply being overwhelmed. He couldn’t possibly deliver all these babies, there were just too many people and not enough time. He tried to move as fast as possible, but Madison rested heavily within his womb. 
A young man, no older than 20 grabbed wildly at his arm, “Oh god man, you’ve got to help me! It’s coming!” Nathan tried to move away, but the young man wouldn’t loosen his grip, his eyes misty with tears. “I want my mommy! This hurts so much!” There were no family members in sight, Nathan hadn’t even registered this. There was absolutely no one in here but him. He was stuck in the center of chaos. 
And then a sharp pain started at the base of his abdomen, ripping its way upwards. Nathan crumpled to the floor. Clutching at his abdomen, his thoughts rang loudly in his head. “Oh baby, not now. Not now.” 
The intercom spoke again, “Come back to us, Nathan. Come back.” The sharp pain continued to resonate throughout his body, continuously pulsating until a white light consumed him. 
Nathan shot up in bed, almost head butting Blake who had been looming over him and attempting to shake him into the waking world. 
“Whoa! Honey! Are you okay?” Blake set back upright, having to wildly fling himself over to another part of the bed to avoid the collision. 
“Oh god, yeah. I’m fine.” Nathan rubbed both of his temples with his hands. “Just, you know…a terrible, terrible dream. If Freddy Krueger had shown up, I wouldn’t have been surprised.” 
“Do you want to talk about it? Do you want a glass of water? Anything?” Blake rubbed his shoulder. 
“Yeah, I’ll take that glass of water. It wasn’t anything major, I just kind of dreamt about the ward, and being overworked. You know those random dreams where you’re at work the whole time screwing up and you wake up stressed? It was that tenfold. I haven’t gotten a dream like that in a while, I guess yesterday’s events kind of evoked those work-related feelings.” 
“Poor thing, let me get you that glass of water.” Blake hopped off the side of the bed and walked across the bedroom. 
“What time is it?” Nathan ran some fingers through his hair, trying to feel the tangibility of reality. 
“4:30.” Blake called down the hall. 
“Ugh. I’m going to be napping all day today.” Nathan shook his head. 
Blake emerged back into the room with a glass. “Well, since we’re up. Why don’t I make us some breakfast?” 
“No, Blake. Let’s just go back to bed, it was just a nightmare.” 
“I insist. There’s no point in me going back to sleep for an hour and a half. Besides, Madison will be up in no time, hungry as ever.” 
“Fine, fine.” Nathan got out of bed, a bit slower than usual. The weight from his pregnancy was starting to pack on, soon he’d be sporting the “One-hand-behind-the-back” pose and waddling not too long after that. “What’s on the menu, chef? I don’t want any slacking, if you can eat it cold in a bowl with milk, it ain’t worth losing sleep to.” 
“Hey now, I’m a grown man. I don’t live off of cereal alone, and I think you’re severely doubting my culinary prowess.” Blake led his boyfriend down the staircase and into the kitchen. 
“I don’t want macaroni & cheese, either.” Nathan smirked as he sat down at the breakfast table. 
Blake scoffed. “Okay non-believer, we’ll see what you’re saying when you taste my one-of-a-kind feta cheese & spinach omelette!” 
“Go on, I’m intrigued. What else are we cooking?” 
“Hrm, I didn’t think that far ahead. Hash browns?” 
“You sold me. Now start slaving over the stove, I’m not down here for chitchat.” 
“As you wish, monsieur.” 
Nathan yawned sleepily and began sifting through yesterday’s mail. “Coupons, coupons, coupons, bill, coupons, bill, more misdirected junk mail from the Peterson residence, wedding invitation, timeshare crap.” He audibly sorted through each item with a monotone, regretting each second that he was not smothering himself between those warm, comfy sheets. After a while, he was about ready to make a break for it when a plate was lowered in front of him. He sampled Blake’s concoction. 
“Not bad, Paula Deen, but how about your soufleé?” Nathan eagerly began to dig into his breakfast. 
“Ha. Ha. I told you I’m not that bad, just because I burned the lasagna that ONE time.” Blake sat down. 
Nathan was quick to interject, “AND overboiled all the rice paper for our spring rolls, AND doused the kielbasa in cooking oil, AND put the Cup-O-Noodles in the microwave without pouring any water in.” 
“Oh god, that was all years ago. Let’s change the subject, what time is your obstetrician appointment on Thursday?” 
“Oof, I almost forgot. Erm…11, I think.” Nathan lightly patted his belly. 
“You know, or you think?” Blake inquired. 
Nathan sighed and got up from the table, opening a drawer he pulled out his date book and flipped through the pages. “11 sharp.” He chirped as he sat back down to finish his breakfast. 
“Excellent. I get lunch right then, so I’ll make a beeline for the doctor’s office.” He reached a hand towards Nathan’s mound and gave it a light rub. “This is the first ultrasound appointment, right? We’ll get to see what kind of bun you’ve got in the oven?” 
“Yep, and what’s with all the cooking terminology? We’re starting to sound like we’re on the Food Network or something.” 
“What would you prefer for a euphemism?” 
“Anything but bun-in-the-oven or clump of cells in your uterus…scratch that, I kind of like that description.” 
A loud wail carried throughout the house. 
“And it begins.” Nathan said as he dropped his fork and left the table.

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"Gamma ray bursts, huh? Interesting." Nathan glossed over an issue of National Geographic in the waiting room of Dr. Gaines office. Madison, seated in a carrier next to him let out a soft coo. "Yeah, I'm sure you care about explosions billions of miles away." He tossed the magazine back on the table and fidgeted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable spot. The room was completely empty and filled with the audible static of the mounted TV. A sudden vibration in his pocket caused him to jolt up. He reached down and pulled out his cellphone, Blake had texted him to let him know that he was almost there. Nathan slipped his phone back into his pocket and leaned back over the coffee table to sort back through the magazine pile. 
"There's only so many 4 month old Entertainment Weekly magazines you can handle." Nathan muttered to himself. He buried his nose into a Time article about political disruption in Bangladesh for a good 3 minutes before he heard the slow swing of an open door. Expecting to see Blake, he pulled his head up quickly, only to meet the gigantic belly of a young man. The man waddled over to the reception desk and scribbled on the sign-in sheet. 
"H-h-hi." Nathan clumsily spoke, obviously embarrassed that he his eyes had drawn themselves immediately to this man's pregnancy. 
"Helloooo." The man let out some air as he lowered himself cautiously into his chair, squirming around to find a more comfortable center of gravity. The man was probably 23 or 24, with a black Caesar cut and a soul patch. He had a scrawny build which was contrasted sharply by his rotund belly which looked to be nine months. 
Feeling obligated to break the awkward silence of the TV static, Nathan started in with the questions. "So...I hate to sound typical, but when are you due?" 
The man smiled and gave his stomach a complimentary rub. "One week." 
"First time?" 
"Yep." 
"Scared?" 
"Like you wouldn't believe." 
"Don't worry too much, the labor will pass a lot quicker than you'd think." 
"How many have you had?" 
"Just this one." Nathan reached down into the carrier and stroked Madison's cheek. "It gets scary in the last month, but once it's all over and done with, the fear will melt away and you'll be left with one of the greatest gifts of your life. That is, assuming you and your partner can deal with the late night crying and constant diaper-changing." 
"Oh, I don't..." The man began. 
"Oh, I didn't mean to..." Nathan realized his faux pas. "I meant..." 
"No, it's okay. I'm perfectly fine with being a single parent. I'm not ashamed to say it. It's not like I'm alone." He smirked as he drew his hand across his drumtight mound. 
"I'm sorry, I'm just so used to being around couples. Very few people are willing to admit that they're single, it's good to hear that someone is strong enough to handle all that comes with parenting alone. I think it's very admirable." Nathan was trying his best to backpedal on the conversation a bit, and silently cursing himself for making stupid assumptions. "Well, now that I've declared my admiration for you, we'd might as well exchange names. I'm Nathan." He quickly sprung up and extended his hand, not wanting the man to lose his comfortable spot. 
"Clyde." The man smiled and took the hand graciously. 
The door opened a second time and Blake waltzed in, beaming brightly at Nathan. "Hey babe." 
Nathan still felt the searing awkwardness of the single parent issue as Blake pelted him with couple-y small talk. 
"Hey Blake, this is Clyde." Nathan held his hand out with an open palm. 
Blake turned and looked at the other figure in the room. His eyes popped a bit as he noticed the mammoth of a belly on Clyde. "Hi! Pleased to meet you." He followed his boyfriend's cordial gesture and leaned towards Clyde for the handshake. 
Clyde smiled warmly. "We were just drumming up a conversation about...you know." He pointed down to his rotundity. 
"I see, I see. These things tend to happen in the waiting room of an obstetrician." Blake slipped into a chair next to Nathan. "So..." 
"Next week." Clyde quickly intercepted, not quite the fan of the usual questions. 
"Going on 5 months left." Blake possessively placed a hand on Nathan's belly. 
Nathan winced a little, wishing he could do SOMETHING to look less like an ass in front of this guy. 
The clinic door opened and a man in his 40's waddled out with a 7 month belly. "Nathan?" The nurse called out. 
"THANK YOU!" Nathan thought to himself. "Well, it was nice talking to you and good luck with the rest of your pregnancy. Come along Blake." Nathan was quick to get out of his seat and carry Madison's carrier with him out of the waiting room. 
"The same to the both of you." Clyde smiled a bit weaker, shifting his body a second time to find a more comfortable position for his giant orb of a pregnancy. 
Blake and Nathan followed the nurse down the hall. She took his weight and height and directed them to an empty room. An ultrasound was tucked away in a corner next to an exam bed. Nathan handed Madison's carrier to Blake and laid down on the bed, eagerly waiting for Dr. Gaines to come in and give him visual proof of his baby. 
After what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Gaines walked into the room. A man in his early 50's, with a pepper-gray beard and thick glasses, Dr. Gaines ran a very successful obstetrician clinic. He gave off a very pleasant aura, was very competent, and most importantly had warm hands. 
"Hey there Mr. Kollister, Mr. Berrera," Dr. Gaines nodded at both men with a gentle grin. "how are we doing today? Oh! You brought little Madison along, she's growing like a weed." 
Nathan happily replied, "We're doing excellent. She, however, is as noisy as possible." 
Dr. Gaines looked somewhat concerned, "Is she crying constantly?" 
"No, no. Just when she wants to be fed. She was sick not too long ago, but I took her to Dr. Koczinski over at St. Augustine. She kicked her cold rather quickly." 
"That's good to hear. Now, how about the last few months, how have they been on you?" Dr. Gaines began giving a general checkup on Nathan, checking his heartbeat, his sinuses, his mouth. 
"Pretty easy," Nathan replied after Dr. Gaines left his mouth with a tongue depressor. "My morning sickness has been pretty mild." 
"Good, good. Now lift your shirt for me please." Dr. Gaines began to fit his stethoscope into his ears while Nathan peeled his clothing back to reveal his belly. "Looking rather ripe here." Dr. Gaines began to run the stethoscope over Nathan's belly, listening for the heartbeat. "Hrm..." Dr. Gaines let out. 
"What's up?" Nathan suddenly became concerned at Dr. Gaines' quizzical look. 
"I'm not sure yet, but it's not bad. Let's go ahead with the ultrasound. The gel is going to be a bit cool, so be warned." 
Nathan nodded and hid his sudden discomfort as the doctor slathered the gel on his stomach and began to turn the machine on. After the screen flashed on, Dr. Gaines began to move the wand around Nathan's belly. 
"Aha! This confirms it." Dr. Gaines exclaimed. 
"What is it?" Blake moved closer to the screen. 
Nathan could already tell from looking at the ultrasound pictures. "Blake, honey. We're having twins."


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Clyde waddled out of the obstetrician's office at a brisk pace, eager to catch the bus heading towards his apartment. It was unfortunate that his insurance only covered this particular clinic, as Dr. Gaines' practice was a significant distance from his side of town. Initially, this hadn't been so much of a problem for Clyde as he was able to drive early in his pregnancy, but this late in the game he depended entirely upon public transportation. Sweat coated his forehead as the sun beat down on his heavily-pregnant form and he wiped the sheet of perspiration away with his forearm. Catching a glance at his watch which read 5:45, he felt relieved that he still had quite a bit of time before the last daylight line ran. Feeling a bit peckish, he waddled into a nearby restaurant to enjoy some Dim Sum.

Clyde never enjoyed eating alone, there was some bit of social taboo that resonated throughout him whenever he did certain activities alone. Activities that were well associated with the dating life, such as going to bars or movies. But here he was, alone. Just himself, his baby, and the guy pushing the food cart around. Not enjoying the typical self-loathing that he regularly indulged in, Clyde was eager to flag his waiter down and list off the dishes he wanted. After laying a plate of cha siu baau, prawn rice noodle rolls, and some vegetable congee on the lazy susan, the waiter carted away with a broad smile on his face. Clyde reflected one positive thought as he eagerly attacked his food with chopsticks, At least I don't have to mind my table manners when I'm dining alone. Clyde gently wrapped a hand around his generous bulge as he feasted, rubbing the taut skin whenever he felt a roll or kick from inside. Several waitresses would walk by, giggling at the obviously pregnant white boy, one even worked up the nerve to approach him and ask to feel his belly. Not one to be rude, he leaned back in his booth and let the woman feel the bustling activity within his womb. This soon sparked a stampede of women eager to partake in Clyde's pregnancy, the giggling almost deafening in his ear. When his meal was finished, Clyde waddled towards the door.

"Oh crap." Clyde was greeted with the darkness of mid-evening. "I couldn't have been in here that long." He glanced back at his watch, which still read 5:45. "You've GOT to be kidding me." This definitely wasn't good. He took a glance at the clock situated above the restaurant counter. "8:30? It can't be this late! Now I have to wait for the 9:00 bus to run." Clyde hesitated a moment before waddling out into the humid night. The streets were notably less busy and populated, and it served Clyde to waddle faster towards the bus stop. This section of town wasn't particularly known for being squeaky clean. Things happened. Crime happened. And here he was, a waddling duck, completely vulnerable in his last month of pregnancy. He could easily be mugged, or raped, or even killed. Nightmarish visions flashed before his eyes as he picked up his pace.

"Hey peaches!" Clyde froze in his tracks, he couldn't believe this was happening. Not-so-easily he turned around to see who was addressing him. Imagining a muscle-clad tough guy, he was surprised to see a couple of gangly teenagers rapidly approaching him.

"What do you want?" Clyde nervously asked, gulping.

The boys said nothing and began circling him, twitching their mouths in a lecherous fashion. One reached out and brushed a hand against Clyde's large belly. Clyde gasped as he felt the hand scrape against his skin through fabric.

"Hey Dom, looks like we got a bitch with a litter." One boy said to the other, smirking.

"Yeah, a real slut. Ain't that right?" He made kissing noises with his mouth.

"Ya wanna take turns with this one? Usually I'd say we both just do the job at the same time, but this bitch looks like she's about to pop." The boy lurched forward and grabbed Clyde from behind by the arms, restraining him. Clyde tried to fight back, but as frail as he was without being up the duff he was no match for the teenager.

The one named Dom came closer towards the front of Clyde and began to hike up his shirt, revealing his rotundity. Dom leaned in close and whispered into Clyde's ear. "Yeah, you real big bitch. 'Bout to pop out, and I bet you're ready for me to put the next one in you." Dom gripped Clyde's taut belly and began to rub it in a mock-gentle fashion, making sure to play around with Clyde's outtie a bit. "Yo C.J. let's bring this bitch over here and drop his drawers so we can dick him real goo--AH FUCK!"

With a loud thwack, Dom went down. The boy named C.J. quickly loosened his grip on Clyde and began to run away. Out of the shadows stepped a young guy armed with a bat, Clyde had recognized him from the Dim Sum restaurant where he had been working behind the counter.

"Hey, are you okay? You really shouldn't be walking alone at night, what with your condition and all."

"Yeah, sorry. I had lost track of time in the restaurant and I needed to get to the bus stop."

"Well, I could just give you a ride home. The restaurant is closing up now and all that's left to do is kitchen work. If you wait for me to round up the menus and wrap up the clean utensils I'll be ready."

"Wow, thanks. I really appreciate it."

"No problem, the name's Jason."

"Clyde here."

"And the little one?"

"Oh, I don't know just yet." Clyde smiled and followed Jason back to the restaurant. Forget sloppy table manners, it sucks being alone.

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Clyde dug his fingers deep into the fabric of his chair's armrest, panting through the contraction. As he tried to maintain focus through the pain, he kept chanting the mantra "You have to call him. You have to call him. Ride it out. Pick up the phone--OH GOD!" His chanting rose from under his breath to a loud scream as the pain amplified. Something that was probably a broomstick banged loudly under his floor, as he rode out the contraction. As soon as it had passed, he wasted no time in picking up his cordless and calling Jason. 

"Hey, Clyde. What's up? You sound out of breath, are you...?" 

"Yeah." 

"Oh man! Are you at your apartment?" 

"Yeah." Clyde said wheezily. 

"I'm on my way." The call ended and Clyde set the phone down, wishing that Jason was there instantly. With a great deal of effort, Clyde hoisted himself onto his feet, fighting hard to maintain his balance with his heaving midsection. As much as he wanted to sit back and be as comfortable while he waited for Jason, he definitely didn't want to have his waters break while he was sitting down. He was already in a financial rut, and this baby would only make things worse. The last thing he needed to do was finance another piece of furniture. With small steps, he made it to his kitchen where the tile floors would make cleaning up amniotic fluid much easier, and waited patiently for Jason to arrive at the intercom so he could be buzzed up. 

Two contractions later, a familiar voice sounded throughout his apartment and he quickly buzzed Jason in. Within seconds Jason was at the door and ready to take Clyde to the hospital. 

"Thanks, Jason." Clyde smiled, waddling his way out the door with Jason close behind. 

"No problem. How far apart are your contractions?" 

"12 minutessss-AAHH!" Clyde's response was broken by a verbal cue of his next contraction. They stopped in the stairwell for a few moments, waiting for this one to pass before getting down to Jason's car and driving to the hospital. 

After they parked, Jason got a wheelchair for Clyde and helped him fill out the paperwork in the waiting room. Several minutes and a few contractions later, Clyde was led into the paternity ward. The attendant informed him that he would have to deliver in a semi-private room with a partition, as the ward was rather busy at the moment. Clyde simply nodded, eager to be in a safe place to deliver his baby. 

He was wheeled into the room and, after being changed into a gown, was helped onto a bed. Various nurses came in and out of the room, helping to make him comfortable and checking his progress. Unfortunately for Clyde , he had a while to go before his water even broke. After a while, Jason was let into the room and he held Clyde's hand with each passing contraction. 

The door opened after 30 minutes of inactivity and another man was wheeled in. His face was stuck in a state of pain and he clutched his enormous belly as if holding onto a toy during a daycare squabble. Clyde watched the man's exaggerated motions as he was helped out of the chair, and kept a fixed gaze on him until a nurse pulled the partition shut to help the man change into a gown. 

"Are these things made with a softer material? I have a feeling that they're going to cause chafing." 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Carraway, but these are the only gowns we have available. Now if you'll come over to this side, we can get you onto the bed." 

Jason and Clyde watched the semi-humorous silhouettes behind the partition enact an over-the-top drama about the man getting situated. 

"Can you make it a bit colder in here? It's like a sauna." 

"Sorry Mr. Carraway, I can get you a fan but I can't adjust the temperature." 

It went on like this for a while before the door busted open with full force. "WHERE'S NORMAN?" A powerful, yet feminine voice accompanied the sudden entrance. 

Clyde smiled, despite feeling another contraction coming. Giving birth might be painful, but at least he had some temporary entertainment.

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"And that's baby number two, Mr. Carraway." The doctor announced as the room once more filled with the wails of a newborn. Though the partition remained up, Clyde could make out the scene from the shadow-y outlines splayed across the fabric. Celia remained sitting in the corner, nursing her injured hand, while an assistant cut the remaining umbilical cord. The baby was quickly handed off to be cleaned so it could rejoin its twin brother. Norman's labored breathing was reduced to a weak sigh and his now-smaller silhouette collapsed back onto the bed. 

"Don't get too comfortable, Mr. Carraway, you still need to pass the placenta. Nurse Hoffman will stay here until you push it out." 

The doctor snapped his gloves off and stood up from his stool. He disposed of the gloves in the nearest receptacle and another medical assistant helped him change into a fresh mask and apron. After he was dressed in his sterile gear, he opened the partition and waltzed over to Clyde's bed. "And how are we doing, Mr. Garza? Contractions are...?" The doctor situated himself between Clyde's legs and lifted up the gown to glance at his very slowly dilating anus. 

"Still at 4 minutes apart. My water hasn't broken yet, either." Clyde responded after a brief pause, somewhat weirded out by the doctor's slick transition from greeting to examination. He could feel the doctor's fingers probing his opening, with the occasional "Hrm..." sounding out from under his gown. After 30 seconds, the doctor's head slid out. 

"Well, you're still dilated only about 5 centimeters. I'm thinking what I'll do is manually puncture your membrane, causing it to break, and that should hopefully speed up the labor process. After I break it, I would suggest walking around a bit to further advance the labor. Hopefully, in the next 3-4 hours we should be going into full-on delivery." The doctor reached back and grabbed a hook-shaped tool from a nearby tray and brought two overhanging stirrups within reach of Clyde's legs. "When you're ready, I'll assist you putting your legs into the stirrups. Then I'll tear the membrane and your amniotic fluids will rush out, you might experience some mild discomfort and your contractions might intensify, but you'll be well on your way towards delivery." 

Clyde nodded and struggled to maneuver his left leg up into the stirrup. The doctor helped him ease it into place and assisted with the right leg. After Clyde was partially distended in the air, the doctor placed several towels under his anal opening and began to slide his tool into the opening. After a few seconds of feeling awkward from the probe, Clyde felt a rushing sensation as fluid poured out of his opening. "There we go!" The doctor exclaimed, withdrawing his tool and calling for a nurse to assist with cleanup. As the nurse cleaned up and lowered his legs from the stirrups, another contraction came and Clyde started to miss the ones he had 5 minutes before. With his eyes closed and his mouth gaping in a pant, Clyde began to groan painfully as the intense contractions wracked his entire lower body. 

"It's okay Mr. Garza, just remember to breathe. The longest part of the labor is over, you only have a few more hours left." The doctor tried to reassure Clyde but his cold, mechanical voice did little to soothe the agonized man. 

"Get...hee hee hoo hoo...Jason...hee hee hoo hoo...now." Clyde managed to get out, sweat beading up again on his forehead. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Garza, but I don't know where he could possibly be. I'll see if we can locate him, but the staff can't spend too much time looking. It's a VERY busy night here and I've got six patients almost advancing into labor as we speak." And with that, the doctor left Clyde as his contraction petered off. The nurse did her best to comfort him, but Clyde was mostly concerned for the whereabouts of Jason. 

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-In another section of the ward- 

Jason exhaled in extreme annoyance as Mandarin was doled out to him from the receiver of a pay phone. Jason responded in turn, just as harshly as the last volley was fired at him. 

"He's in labor, I can't come to the restaurant mom. You'll have to run the cash register yourself. Oh, don't you dare even bring that up! If you hate me so much for liking men, why don't you just disown me already? What? I don't care about ancestors or how disappointed they are with me and how I'm dishonoring them. Oh, just get out of my life." Jason hung up the phone abruptly and drew a hand to his face, his mood obviously befouled. 

"Excuse me, do you mind if I use the phone?" 

Jason looked up to see a man in scrubs with a very notable bump. Quickly sashaying to allow the man access, he sat in a nearby chair. He didn't want to walk into Clyde's room when his mood was so apparent, it would probably make Clyde feel bad and that's the last thing he needed right now. Stupid parents. He thought. 

"Blake, I'm not hearing it right now. Just make sure to test the milk out on your wrist after you heat it up. I don't want Madison to burn her mouth. Gah! We'll have this conversation at home, I need to get going." 

The man abruptly hung up the phone, mimicking the same movements that Jason had only experienced a minute ago. 

"In a tiff with someone too?" Jason asked, slightly regretting the question as he didn't want to make it aware that he had been eavesdropping. 

"Ugh, yeah. My boyfriend is NOT happy with me going back to work here for obvious reasons." The man smoothed the fabric of his scrubs over his pregnant belly. "It's still early on in the pregnancy, though, and I'm going stir-crazy at home." At this remark, Jason looked at the man's belly in disbelief. "I'm only taking a few shifts a week too, and he's acting like I'm working out in the fields all day." The man sighed audibly. "You?" 

Jason chuckled. "Overbearing Asian parents." 

The man smirked. "I've got the exact opposite, completely detached 3rd generation Polish. They'll check up on me between cruises, or whenever they go through their 30th trial divorce or whatever." 

A nurse quickly approached the two men. "Mr. Liang? Mr. Garza has requested your presence immediately." 

A look of concern cast itself over Jason's face. "I'd better get going. It was a nice chat..." 

"Nathan." 

"Jason, here. Good luck on your first shift and don't work yourself too hard." Jason glanced down at Nathan's large-ish bulge and quickly headed towards Clyde's room.

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"Nnggh!" The noise suddenly came, accompanied by a pained face. Sweat saturated everyone around him, as he shook his head as a futile attempt at denying his current state. Nathan stood by the bed, watching the smallish bearded man as he struggled to push. 

"Push, Mr. Miller, push!" Nathan coached him through the agony of child birth. Mr. Miller looked pinned down underneath his gigantic, quivering belly, his small frame barely visible in comparison. Mr. Miller's beet-red face continued it's ragged panting, as a low-pitched growl began to rise. The air was heavy with human emotion as the young man strained to push the baby out, his cries almost animal-sounding. 

"I WANT THIS BABY OUT!" Mr. Miller roared, his face soaked in perspiration and his eyes wild from pain. 

"Push, Mr. Miller!" The doctor continued to chant his mantra, ignoring the intensity with which the man reacted throughout the entire delivery. "The head is starting to crown, I need you to really push hard this time." 

"I AM FUCKING PUSHING!" Mr. Miller continued his feral show of agony as he gripped at his knees and bore down as hard as possible. Nathan, a bit rusty because of his 8 month-long absence, was still a bit reeling from the immense melodrama of this delivery. He did little else but hand the occasional instrument to the doctor and mop the sweat from Mr. Miller's brow. 

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGHH!" Mr. Miller howled with vigor that he had yet to display, and Nathan peeked over the gown to see the opening stretched wide over the baby's head. Mr. Miller's blatant screaming began to give out to loud panting and Nathan returned to his original spot. Even though it was nicely trimmed, Mr. Miller's beard made him look like a wild man caught in the circus. The whole scene was a little too startling for Nathan to bear at the moment and he took a step back, hoping the extra foot of space would give him enough distance to get through this delivery without having a panic attack. 

"Nathan, I need you to stay right by Mr. Miller's side." The doctor's authoritative tone snapped Nathan back to his spot, and he simply gritted his teeth knowing that all he had left on this procedure was 5 more minutes. It had been his third delivery for that shift, and he was already feeling too pooped to continue. Maybe Blake was right, he shouldn't have gone back to work. Sure, when he was at home all the romanticism of his work whispered sweet nothings to tickle his nostalgic fancy, but now that he was back at work, the little annoyances that he had put aside seemed all the worse. How was he going to do this as his pregnancy progressed? A single baby is one thing, but twins...that's a whole other level of taxing. 

"One more push, Mr. Miller, and the shoulders are clear." The doctor said, with the slightest tinge of relief in his voice. Mr. Miller managed to give one last booming growl as he bore down, releasing his baby into the world. Panting, he lay back down on his bed as the doctor cleaned his newborn and lay the crying baby on his chest. Despite all of the drama of the delivery, Nathan was always delighted to witness that moment when father and child finally meet face-to-face. However, he could barely crack a smile before he was commanded to go to the last patient for his shift. 

As he walked down the hall he read over the patient's chart, noting that he was almost fully dilated and the pace of his labor had quickened considerably in the last hour. He had heard a number of patient names thrown around that evening, but something sounded familiar about this one. 

"Hello, Mr. Garza!" Nathan called out, as he pushed the door open.

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"Um, Clyde!" Nathan cried out as he realized the situation he stepped into. Upon entering the room, his eyes were immediately drawn to the beet-red face of the man he had encountered in the waiting room of the obstetrician only a week ago. Clyde was currently panting through a contraction, his legs spread wide to accommodate the massive belly that hung low on his smaller frame. His hospital gown was hiked up a bit too high, leaving all of Clyde's nether region in plain sight. The man's dark hair was saturated with perspiration and it bunched up around his sideburns before drizzling down his chin in a small stream. 

"Oh...hey! Nathan, right? Are you our...?" The man he had met briefly by the payphones was tethered by Clyde's side, held in place by Clyde's tightly clenched fist. 

"Yeah." Nathan stood for a few seconds, lost in the wonder of his current happenstance before snapping back to the more pressing issue in the room. "How far apart are they?" 

"2 minutes..." Jason's voice quivered, his eyes darted down towards his hand still caught in Clyde's death grip. 

"I see here that his waters have broken." Nathan read off the chart, moving closer towards Clyde. "Let's take a look at your dilation, Clyde." Nathan set the chart off to the side and snapped on some latex gloves. Clyde's contraction began to subside as Nathan eased his slight bulk onto a stool and scooted closer to Clyde's opening. 

"Small...world...after all..." Clyde wheezed out, still trying to catch his breath from the last round. "How do you...know Jason?" 

Nathan smiled and focused on Clyde's progress. "We just met and had a chitchat out in the hall at the beginning of my shift. Okay! It looks like you are almost through with transition and are dilated at 9 cm. One more to go and you'll be ready to start pushing. How are you holding up?" 

Clyde was still taking in large breaths. "Okay." He paused. "Just eager for this to be over with. I've been in this hospital for far too long." 

"I know the feeling, first births usually take the longest. You're almost done though, so just hang in there." Nathan removed his gloves and deposited them in the waste basket. "I'll be here to monitor you throughout the rest of your labor and delivery, and Dr. Matero will come in when you reach the delivery stage. If you need anything just let me know." Nathan planted a hand on Clyde's knee and gave a comforting rub. 

Clyde groaned, "My hips..." Immediately Jason set to massaging the sides of Clyde's hips, rubbing circles deeply into the expanded area. Clyde bit his lip slightly and squirmed, unintentionally drawing both Nathan and Jason's eyes southwards towards his tenting gown. 

"I-I can leave if need be. It's perfectly normal for this to happen during the birthing process." Nathan rose from his stool and headed towards the door. "I'll be right outside, just get me when you're done or your contractions begin to escalate rapidly." 

Both Clyde and Jason remained quiet as the nurse slipped out of the room. 

"Are you really wanting to--" Jason asked, quickly interrupted as Clyde's hand grasped his and drew it under the gown. Jason gripped the shaft and began to rhythmically tug on Clyde's member. Clyde immediately began to burrow himself into the bed, his orgasm almost instantly rising from his loins. Jason's pace quickened with Clyde's verbal cues, and Clyde's achy hips began to buck lightly as he neared climax. 

A contraction seized Clyde as he came, and mixed screams filled the room as he spurted on the bed. Jason withdrew his sticky hand and quickly rinsed it off at the sink before opening the door to call in Nathan, who was patiently waiting outside. 

Nathan tactfully withheld his "Wow, that was fast..." comment and immediately stood opposite of Jason on Clyde's left side. "Just breathe through this one, it won't be much longer." 

Clyde simply responded in rapid "Hoo-hoo"s and "Ha-ha"s, digging his fingers into the fleshy palms of his two attendants. "Fuck...this...shit..." He said with eyes clenched shut. 

The contraction died down after a minute and Nathan immediately checked on Clyde's progress. "Okay! You're fully dilated. I'm going to grab Dr. Matero and we're going to bring this baby into the world." Nathan walked out of the room, though not as fast as he would 4 months ago, leaving Jason and Clyde behind to douse each other in kisses ripe with fear, excitement, and relief.

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Clyde huffed and puffed and pushed with all his might. His inner monologue was alive with curses and swears that extended beyond the realm of most sailors. Though the sweat stung his eyes, he could see his cherry red face in the reflective mirror set up beside his birthing bed. He was quite a sight. His hair was perpetually drenched in sweat and it clung to his forehead, dark circles under his eyes reminded him of how little sleep he was running on. The hospital gown that he adorned was translucent from perspiration. His thin arms were dwarfed by the deflating bump that he caressed. His feet were up in stirrups, exposing his nether region. A gloved hand held his manhood off to the side so that the birth canal was quite visible. A very hairy head was inching its way towards the rim. 

Jason was forced to wait outside until the baby was delivered, as per orders of the gruff Dr. Matero. Nathan was rubbing his back and whispering encouraging words, making a decent substitute for Jason, while the doctor hunched down between his legs. Dr. Matero was fixated upon his work and remained silent in his vigil, only moving to give comments on the progress to Nathan. 

Clyde had but a few seconds rest before he was battered with another contraction and he resumed his pushing. During this crest, he could feel the pressure in his anus spike and Dr. Matero called out "The head is crowning!" Nathan immediately began inciting Clyde to push with all of his might. "Come on, Clyde, you can do it. The hardest part is almost over." A gnashing of teeth and a flurry of pained grunts filled the room, as the exhausted Clyde tapped into the last bit of his energy reserve. 

Moments later, Dr. Matero rang out, "The head is clear!" Nathan set to work handing Dr. Matero tools so that the airway could be cleared and the cord could be clamped when the body was fully cleared. Despite the immense pain of the last contraction, Clyde felt a renewed vigor and met the next contraction with ease, pushing enough to clear the shoulders. The doctor slid the baby out and started clamping, cleaning, weighing, and whatnot. 

Healthy cries resounded joyously in Clyde's ears and after a few minutes he was handed his blanket-wrapped son. Jason was allowed to enter the room after the placenta was passed, just in time to see Clyde feeding his son for the first time. 

"He's beautiful." Jason said, lightly grabbing a tiny hand. Despite the boy's busy suckling, he wrapped his hand around Jason's finger. 

Clyde's quietly replied, partially because he was too exhausted to speak and partially because the noise of breastfeeding, "I know."

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Chapter 12: Chip 

Saturday night, 9 p.m. Always the busiest one. Nathan smoothed his scrubs over his belly and leaned against the nurses' station. The babies had started the quickening on Monday and he had been feeling their goldfish-like movement ever since. He had never felt Madison that early, but then again, he'd never had twins before. His fairly new cell phone chirped and he quickly fished it out of his pocket. Madison and Blake had felt it necessary to start a war with her new favorite food, strained carrots, and felt it necessary to document the horrors of the battlefield. Orange globs decorated both of their faces. Blake's pearly white grin spread out like a massive wingspan, while Madison busied herself with the orange goop that had collected in a pile on her high chair tray. Nathan hastily emoted back a smiley face and slid the phone back into his pocket. 

"The calm before the storm." remarked Cynthia, another RN seated calmly at the station desk. "Put your ear to the ground, you'll hear the stampede waddling in our direction." She smirked and took another drag of coffee. 

"Careful with that. You don't need to be getting the jitters out there, Little Miss Quaker." Nathan sassed back, throwing a hand down on the counter and shaking it against the smooth surface. 

"Oh can it, Juno." Cynthia sneered and popped him on the hand with a clipboard. "You're just pissed because I'm indulging in your no-no list while you're off limits." 

"That baby almost had a botched-ass circumcision. You need to switch to green tea or something." Nathan smirked. “And I bear absolutely no resemblance to Michael Cera, thank you very much.” 

THWACK! The ward's double doors flew open and an orderly wheeled a patient in. 

"Go get him, I've gotta brew myself a pot of tea." Cynthia cackled. 

Nathan not-so-stealthily threw a pen cap at her head and sauntered off to meet the patient. The guy was young, very young. The orderly handed Nathan the paperwork and he quickly reviewed the file while the heavily pregnant boy was wheeled to one of the rooms, huffing slowly in and out along the way. 

"Chip Mannis. 19 years old. 5'8". Single baby. Due date was last Saturday. Blood type B negative. Says here that your contractions are 15 minutes apart, is that correct?" Nathan inquired, glancing over the clipboard at the boy. 

The boy continued huffing as he nodded his head. He was wearing a white t-shirt that was damp with sweat, the hemline barely made it over his bellybutton and revealed a good portion of his lower belly. Nathan watched the final "Hurrah!" of the contraction as it clenched and let go, his belly contorting along with the motion. Nathan marked the time down on the clipboard. The boy let out a relieved sigh after the contraction died down and released him from the discomfort. "My water broke 20 minutes ago." He wiped sweat from his brow and re-deposited it on his already damp shirt before running a hand through his short, brown hair. He slipped off his glasses, wiped them on the same shirt, and perched them upon the bridge of his mousy nose. 

The orderly wheeled him to his assigned room and opened the door. Both men entered and set to work prepping the boy for his labor. The orderly hoisted him to his feet while Nathan closed the door and began switching on machines. 

"We need to get you hooked up to a fetal monitor and into a gown. Do you need help getting out of your clothes?" Nathan said in his gentlest voice. He wasn't looking forward to dealing with this patient. Young fathers were always a handful. They're panicky and loud, their parents are always nagging, and they're usually slow to take direction. The other parent was usually a rebellious drunk teenage boy who would show up 2 minutes until the delivery, kicking and screaming and sometimes vomiting while he demanded that he was there to see the birth of his offspring. Nathan would eagerly take three patients in their thirties over one teenager, but he had to keep with his job description and deliver bedside manner indiscriminately. This kid seemed okay for the time being. Maybe Nathan was being shallow in his assessment, but anyone who wears glasses tends to strike him as a bookish type, not the kind to conceive a baby after an evening of getting wasted on cough syrup. 

“Y-y-yeah, I'm a bit too big to dress myself these days.” The kid answered timidly, evoking a bit of ambivalence from Nathan's inner-hormonal bitch. The poor kid was obviously frightened out of his wits, but Nathan was hoping that getting him dressed was one less thing that he had to do. 

Nathan set to work stripping the boy of his wet, clingy clothes and into the dry and somewhat coarse gown that the hospital issued as a standard. The boy was huge. His belly exploded out from a very tiny frame, the evidence of his dramatic growth painted in a frenzy of stretch marks. The massive entity that crowded his torso had drifted down low and parted his hips to accommodate its presence. Nathan wrapped the gown around to his front and set to grabbing the fetal monitor nodes and began placing them on the boy's descending rotundity. He could feel the fetus' posterior pressing against his wrist as he worked on the firm skin of the belly. 

After all the nodes were placed, Nathan and the orderly helped lift the tired boy onto the bed. Nathan draped a cloth over the boy's legs for privacy. The orderly immediately wheeled the chair out of the room, knowing well enough that he didn't want to stick around the teenager's room any longer than he had to and that there were sure to be more expectant fathers filing into the hospital that night. 

Nathan jotted down some notes while he chattered with the boy. “Is anyone going to be in the delivery room with you?” 

“My parents and my brother dropped me off at the front desk and went to go park the car. I don't know what's taking them so long.” Chip sighed, rubbing at the exposed swath of belly skin that the gown left open. 

“Well, I should probably check you out while no one else is here. I'm sure you're going to want them to see as little of that as possible tonight.” Nathan said, standing in front of Chip's spread legs. 

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Chip nodded and then turned his head to the side. Nathan lifted his legs up and placed them into a pair of stirrups that dangled over the hospital bed. He felt himself tense up as a stranger began surveying his private area. A flashlight clicked and a latex-covered digit began prodding around his opening. 

“You're about 3 centimeters dilated and 100% effaced. It's good that you're effaced, but you've still got some time to go.” Nathan said from under the cover, his head emerging and his eyes immediately drawing back to his notes as he snapped his latex gloves off. 

“So, you're pregnant too, huh?” Chip pondered, just now taking notice that his nurse was quite up the duff. 

“Yep. Twins. Not my first batch either. I'm assuming this is your first go-round?” Nathan said, he was amazed how quickly he had slipped back into his nurse persona, slinging around familiar expressions and provided that much-needed relief from the tension a smug doctor could create. 

“Definitely. That'd be ridiculous, I'm only 19.” Chip smirked. 

“It's more common than you think. Especially after MTV started that TV show, Pregnant and 16. We have guys much younger than you pouring in here all the time. Some of them drop a kid or two and are back again right before the kick-off of their senior year.” 

“Jeez.” Chip said. “I don't...I'm not like that, you see. It was just my first time at a party in my dorm room, some jerk slipped something in my drink.” 

“Say no more, I'm not judging.” Nathan grinned. At least this kid was mature enough, he might actually make a good single parent. 

Chip groaned as the next contraction seized him. Nathan glanced at his watch. 14 minutes. It wasn't a huge leap in progress, but Chip's water had already broken so it should be speeding up within the next few contractions. Nathan extended a hand to the laboring boy while he dealt with the contraction. Chip attempted to use the standard breathing technique, but spent far more time gritting his teeth and moaning. After some time, the boy collapsed against his pillow, clearly feeling quite exhausted. Nathan worried that he'd have a more difficult time with this birth than most people. 

“You're doing good. Keep it up!” He smiled and placed a comforting hand on Chip's knee. 

The door to the suite opened and Chip's family piled in. His parents both looked to be about in their late 40's, his brother was probably 15. They all looked nervous and winded. Nathan motioned them over, trying to hold his introduction until Chip finished going through the contraction. Once Chip finished, Nathan held out a hand and introduced himself to the two fathers and their other son. Nathan gave them a quick run through of Chip's current progress. 

“Chip, would you like your family in the room when I check you?” Nathan asked, not sure whether to just throw them out after they had arrived from the labyrinth of the hospital. 

“Yeah, that's fine.” Chip said, looking at all of his family members with tired eyes. 

“Okay then, I'm going to peek under here and see how much progress you've made. That last contraction seemed pretty intense for you.” Nathan helped Chip back into the stirrups, slipped on a new pair of gloves and dove under the sheet. Luckily the boy had already advanced 2 centimeters. “You're at 5 centimeters now, which is outstanding progress. You won't be much longer now.” Nathan came up smiling. 

Chip rubbed his belly. “Almost there.” 

One of his fathers chimed in a bit misty-eyed. “I remember when you were that close to coming out. Of course, sentiment and nostalgia doesn't cloud the immense pain I was in for the rest of the delivery.” 

Chip rolled his eyes. 

The door opened again and a plucky middle-aged doctor waltzed in. “Hello, everyone. I'm Dr. Gillian, and who have we got here?” He walked up to Chip's bed, extending a hand out for Nathan to give him the clipboard and notes. “Hello, Chip. It appears that you're 100% effaced and at 3 centimeters dilated.” 

“Five, actually. I just checked him and I haven't had the opportunity to make a note of it yet.” Nathan corrected the doctor. 

“Even better! Have the contractions increased in frequency yet?” Dr. Gillian asked. 

Chip clenched his face. “Here's another!” He took this one in the same pathetic stride that he did with the others, one of his fathers rushed to his side and began coaching him through the breathing. 

Nathan checked his watch. “Timed at 10 minutes apart now. He's making incredible progress!” 

“Excellent, excellent. That's good news for you. You'll probably be done by morning.” Dr. Gillian said, lingering around while the contraction did the same. 

Sweat beaded up on Chip's forehead and some slid along the frames of his glasses, collecting at the corner of the lens. Nathan handed one of the fathers a clean cloth to help mop up the sweat. The birthing father set to work tending to his son, while the other stood in the corner, seemingly lost. The brother was busy texting away on his cellphone. Chip continued to groan and pant for a good minute. His derailment from the breathing method was quickly corrected by his father, only to last for five seconds before he resumed his bad habit. Eventually, the contraction ceased and the doctor moved himself between the boy's legs. 

“I need to check on your progress again, Chip. Considering that you've made substantial progress in the last hour, it's imperative that we monitor you in the event that you reach the delivery stage before we expect it.” Dr. Gillian stuck a hand towards Nathan and the nurse covered it with a latex glove and dabbed some lubricant on the fingertips. Nathan once again set to placing Chip's ankles into the stirrups for the third checkup in an hour. It was starting to become counterproductive to even remove him from the contraptions! Dr. Gillian, almost identical to Nathan in practice, hrm'd and hah'd as he prodded around the boy's sore area. He came up for air. “Wow! 7 centimeters already! You'll be out of here in no time!” 

Nathan hid his irritation towards Dr. Gillian's saccharine-sweet demeanor. He was still better than most of the other doctors in this ward, but sometimes too much to handle. 

Dr. Gillian glanced down at his clipboard. “Let's see about painkillers...” His eyes scanned down the page until he hit the right area. “Tsk. It appears that you have several allergies to the medications we use for pain. I'm afraid that we can't give you anything.” 

Chip frowned at the doctor, but Dr. Gillian took little notice. 

“I'm going to check on a few more patients, but I'll be back here shortly. Just stay put and Nathan will help you with whatever you need.” With that, Dr. Gillian left the room. Chip collapsed his head against his pillow while Nathan went back to stirrup duty. 

The birthing father turned to Nathan. “When do you think he'll be in the delivery room?” 

Nathan took no hesitation in responding. “Judging by the rate of his progress, I'd say within the next hour or two. I honestly don't see labors go this quickly, so I must commend you, Chip.” 

Chip nodded tiredly. His glasses were foggy from the heat emanating from his body and his hair was already damp, as if he'd gone swimming. The poor boy was seized again by another contraction. 

“7 minutes apart now.” Nathan said, joining the birthing father at the boy's side. The other father finally gave in and joined the other two crowding around Chip. Chip's brother was still deep into his text message conversation, too preoccupied to even look up at his brother while he writhed with pain. 

“Come on, Tiger. Breathe through it!” The fertilizing father made up for his initial stiffness with some encouraging chants. He cupped his son's sweaty head in his hand and squeezed the boy's bicep while the birthing father clasped his son's hand. “Ralph! Get over here and cheer on your brother! He's bringing your nephew into this world!” The fertilizing father barked. 

Ralph rolled his eyes and moved closer to the bed, but remained engrossed in his cellphone. 

Chip groaned one last time and breathed through the final seconds of the contraction. He drew a hand to his belly, feeling how much further down the baby had descended. He could feel its head resting deep within his pelvis. 

“I'm going to wait until you're three minutes apart to check you again, I think we've got a good enough gauge on your progress.” He looked to the birthing father. “Can you keep a record of the time between his contractions? I'm going to take a step out to the nurse's station, just ring me with that button there if you need anything.” Nathan said, slinking back towards the door. The family just nodded as he closed it shut behind him. 

Outside was surprisingly calm for a Saturday night. Only one laboring man was pacing the hall, clutching his enormous distended belly in his palms.  In fact, Cynthia was still sitting at her station, calmly eating pistachios and flipping through some notes. Perhaps Chip would be his only patient? 

“I thought you were babysitting.” Cynthia said sourly as Nathan approached the counter. 

“We're waiting on him to get to 10 centimeters. What's up your ass tonight?” Nathan inquired, not really in the mood for her usual bitchiness. 

“Ray missed Valentine's. Left me a voicemail about how SORRY he is and how he'll make it up to me. DELETE!” She ranted. 

“You should have dumped him the last 10 times.” Nathan empathized. “How many have we had come in?” 

“Okay, gearshifter. Um, so far the damage is eight. I think we're at an all-time low. Cross your fingers for a half-shift of sitting on our asses and eating corn chips.” Cynthia popped another shelled pistachio in her mouth and crossed her fingers. 

“If only. I think I might stick out here for a bit.” Nathan walked into the station and took a seat. 

“Another bratty pregnancy-pact wannabe?” Cynthia asked. 

“Nah, he's fine. Poor guy got roofied on his first party in the dorms. It's more my feet are starting to swell already.” Nathan perched his feet up on another office chair. 

“I can already tell that you're going to have trouble keeping your pace by the end.” Cynthia said, fiddling with a pistachio shell. 

“Oh shut up. I'll be just fine.” Nathan snapped back, though not entirely convinced by his own statement. 

“Fine and blimp-like.” Cynthia chirped in a sing-song-y insult. 

“Ugh. I'm going to go hang out with the kid. You suck.” He eased himself onto his feet and marched back into Chip's birthing suite. 

Inside the room, Chip was well into the throes of another contraction. All of his family members, even Ralph, were latched onto the laboring boy's side trying to soothe him through what seemed to be a contraction that was further up the intensity scale. 

“How far apart are they?” asked Nathan. 

“Two minutes now. We were going to ring you after this one was over.” The birthing father answered. 

“Whoa! Let's get him through this and I'll check him. He might be ready to transfer to delivery.” Nathan approached the bed and laid a supporting hand on Chip's thigh. The boy writhed slightly, tears were collecting in the corners of his eyes. In a matter of moments, the boy's thrashing died down and Nathan immediately pulled the stirrups back into position. He lifted up the gown and only needed to take a glance, the boy was fully dilated. He pressed the intercom swiftly and called for an orderly to transfer Chip to the delivery room. 

In twenty seconds, two orderlies came through the door with a gurney. They hoisted Chip onto it and grabbed his fetal monitor and IV to wheel along through the halls. Nathan turned to the family and gave them the room number and delivery room procedure. Chip was wheeled out on the gurney, already feeling another contraction take hold. Nathan quickly trotted after the orderlies to coach the boy. 

In the delivery room, the family was outfitted with scrubs and stood off to the side while Dr. Gillian and Nathan set about prepping Chip for his delivery. 

“I feel like I have to push!” Chip screamed, his face streaming with sweat. 

“Hold on just one moment, let's get you in the stirrups.” Dr. Gillian tried to comfort the boy. 

Nathan finished situating him in the proper position. “Okay Chip, give me a big strong push!” 

Chip cried out while he tucked his chin into his chest, giving a Herculean effort. His belly bulged as the baby was pushed down further into his swollen birth canal. 

Dr. Gillian perched between Chip's legs, serving as lookout for the inevitable hairy scalp that would appear. “I can already see it!” He exclaimed. 

“Okay Chip, keep at it. Push with the contractions and your baby will be here in no time!” Nathan coached, gripping the boy's hand as he continued his efforts. 

Chip's face radiated a flushness as he bore down almost relentlessly, his contractions took little to no breaks as he and his body joined forces to expel the fetus. 

“He's crowning!” Dr. Gillian announced, bringing a gloved hand to Chip's bulging entrance. “Give me the strongest push you can muster!” 

Chip nodded his sweat-drenched head and roared as he pushed the baby's head out and out, stretching the limits of his anus until finally it slipped past the ring of muscle. He collapsed back against the bed. Nathan set about immediately to clear the baby's nasal passage. 

“Okay, the hardest part is over. On the next contraction, I need you to give one last big push and the rest will be easy.” Dr. Gillian coached, supporting the head that protruded out from the teenager. 

On the next contraction, Chip gave one triumphant bellow as he cleared the shoulders and his son slipped free. Cries filled the room and a flood of hormones rewarded the boy for his strenuous efforts. The birthing father held the honor of clipping the cord and handing the bundled child to his father for its first feeding. 

Nathan cleaned up and walked back to the nurse's station where Cynthia was filing her nails. 

“You still haven't moved, have you?” Nathan said with a tinge of jealousy and annoyance. 

“Nope.” She said before blowing on her fingertips.

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love this story! more plz!!!

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I echo Elvira's sentiments! I just eat this story up every time I stumble across it. Such wonderful character development and whatnot and birth scenes...

<<<is really bad at offering useful writing advice. Anyway though, please don't abandon this story!

-- Edited by TheMysteriousBlue on Wednesday 9th of March 2011 06:25:19 PM

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I'm glad you made the switch over to here. This is one of my favorite stories. :)

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I loved this story since i first read it on the old forum. I hope you continue it as you said.

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This one's a bit short, I promise to complete the chapter when I have more time.

 

Chapter 13.1 - Mack, the State of Affairs (part 1) 

Nathan chewed on a pen cap and casually flipped through some files. He was sitting at the nurse's station and attempting to look busy so that the head nurse didn't force him to make any more rounds. The sixth month came with an explosion. The twins had definitely started showing a lot more and eagerly began testing the perimeters of their womb. Nathan was still very capable of mobility, but he was starting to feel the weight of the twins in his feet. Blake was starting to smell like peppermint from the nightly foot massages that he was forced to give.

"Kollister!" A familiar voice boomed.

Nathan rotated about-face in his desk chair to see the stern face of Grace McAdams, the head nurse.

"Yes?" Nathan inquired tenderly, hoping that the woman would take mercy on his poor, swollen self.

"We've got an interesting...event unfolding in labor room 12. I want you on it, and I don't want any funny business. A mistep could easily cost you your license." Grace growled.

Nathan simply nodded and used the desk as a support to get on his feet. He resisted the urge to grumble audibly. This woman would snatch his face off in an instant.

He made his way down the hall, ignoring the loud cries emitting from the various labor rooms. Cynthia had lost a bet and was taking up more than half of his usual patient load, and he wasn't about to let her slowness ruin his night. He grabbed the chart from the clipboard tray on the wall, rapped lightly on room 12 and opened the door, surprised to find...a TV crew?

Before Nathan could say anything, a release form was thrust into his face. He cautiously read the small print, gleeming something about a reality show called Jersey Beach. Oh god. He thought to himself. After he signed away, the TV crew parted so that he could access the patient. There he was, the man of the moment.

It was hard not to recognize his character. His skin was a tannish-orange. His hair was styled into obnoxiously over-gelled spikes. Gaudy platinum studs shined from his earlobes. "I'm Mack..." he said, before opening the front of his gown to let his enormous belly breathe. " and THIS, is the State of Affairs."

Jesus-fucking-Christ. Nathan couldn't believe this shit. Here was the bottom of the of reality tv barrel, an already terrible barrel to begin with, in labor in his hospital. What a night this would be.

"Hi, I'm Nathan. I'll be assisting you in your delivery, let me look at your chart." Nathan tried his best not to engage in the guy. According to the chart, he was having triplets. This is going to be a very long night. "It says that so far you've timed your contractions to ten minutes apart.

"Yeah, that's about right." Mack said, rubbing his obscenely-stretched belly, one that had apparently had a generous portion of spray tan applied to it as well. It covered all but a small patch underneath the ledge of his enormous rotundity.

"It's actually been about 9 minutes and 23 seconds." A crewman mentioned, apparently so obsessed with monitoring the fame hog that he'd become more acquainted with Mack's contractions than the pregnant man himself.

"I counted 9 minutes and 30 seconds, you weasel." Came a voice from the corner of the room, apparently hidden behind a man holding a boom mic. The overmuscled man slouched in a chair stood to his feet. Nathan recognized him as Rodney, another cast member. Somebody's getting a bad edit for this episode. "I'm the daddy, I call the contractions."

"Yo Rodney, get ta timin' again!" Mack cried out, another contraction seizing him. His fake tan made the visible clenching so much more obvious than a regular belly, every muscle contraction was highlighted on the orange dome. Nathan likened it to a prize-winning pumpkin, one grown with a potent cocktail of growth hormones. An excellent analogy, considering how much gainer shake this guy probably guzzled on a weekly basis. The laboring guido began crying as the pain intensified, his children fighting back with fiesty limbs as their pumpkin carriage was warping with the contraction.

"Yo, I can't find my iPhone. It's got my timer." Rodney fumbled around in his gym shorts, looking for his device.

Meanwhile, the weasely camera man bounced his attention back and forth from Mack to his watch, keeping a strong vigilance over the event. "Eight minutes and ten seconds."

"Eight minutes and ten seconds." Rodney parroted, trying to sound on top of his game while he searched under his chair for the missing phone.

Mack's crying grew louder as the contraction reached its pinnacle and died down. Nathan had never seen such a strange and pathetic scene before. He took the slowing contraction as his cue to jump in and do his job. Slipping a glove over his hand, he began feeling the belly for the postion of the babies--all three head down--and pulled out the stirrups. "I need you to put your legs in here so I can see how far you've dilated and effaced." Nathan informed the man before grabbing an ankle. Mack complied and Nathan quickly set to work on his examination. The passage was about 6 cm dilated and he was 100% effaced. Maybe this won't be too bad...



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I kinda really love this, can't wait to see what happens after the commercial break, as it were ;)

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Seriously brilliant. The orange belly and the "State of Affairs". I die.


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love it! i lol'd so hard with the last chapter! it was hilarious!

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I feel like this could spin off into an entire story of its own.

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amazing work, cant wait for more

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This is an extremely well-written story. I sure hope there is more.

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me too.

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