Darcy Rhone is a total MILF (total_milf) wrote in multifariousic, @ 2015-12-16 15:59:00 |
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Darcy is in a hospital bed, very, very pregnant. At her sides are Ric Hale and Mia Thomas. She begins to have a contraction and cries out, squeezing Ric's hand and Mia reaches out to help siphon off some of the pain, offering vocally to do just that. "Jesus fuck, yes! Please!" Darcy says through gritted teeth. Mia takes her hand and tries to transfer some of the pain, only managing to surprise herself with just how intense it is and subsequently crying out and letting go with an apology. *~*~* "Come on, Darcy, you're doing so good. I can see a head," says the doctor and Darcy grips at the side bar of her bed with one hand, squeezing at Ric's hand with the other. He's coaching her through breathing and she's barely paying attention to it because all she can think about is how much she hates Marcus for doing this to her and then bailing back home to make her do this all alone. "And...push!" Darcy does, and she's screaming and Ric is reassuring her that she's doing such a great job and a moment later, the cry of a baby breaks through the room and Darcy collapses back on the bed. "One more, Darcy," the doctor tells her. "I can't," she sobs, shaking her head. "I can't, I can't." "Yes you can, Darce," Ric promises. "Darcy, I need you to push. The second one is right here, he's ready to go." "I can't!" she screams back. "Yes you can! Come on, two more good pushes, Darcy, and you're done," the doctor coaxes her. Darcy sniffs and takes a deep breath before finally acquiescing, her face scrunched with pain and effort as the nurse on her other side counts before telling her to stop. "Oh my fucking God, I can't do this, I can't, I'm too tired, I can't do it..." she sobs, shaking her head and gasping for breath. Ric gives her hand a squeeze. "Yes, you can. You can, you're almost done." "You try it, Ric!" she snaps angrily. "I can't, I'm too tired!" "One last one, one last big push, Darcy," says the doctor and she hesitates, shaking her head again, before she finally gives it a try, crying out in what starts as pain and melts into relief when a second baby's scream pierces the air. Darcy collapses back on the bed, panting and crying. *~*~* "One for mommy," one nurse says, carefully transferring a crying infant to Darcy's arms. "And one for daddy," the other nurse says, giving the other twin to Ric whose mouth is open and is clearly about to protest that he isn't the father, when he's interrupted by Darcy. "Don't," she says quietly, smiling down at her baby, red-faced and drenched in sweat with her hair sticking to her cheeks and neck. "It doesn't matter." She looks up at Ric and when she does, he's looking down at her other son and she thinks he might actually be trying not to cry. "Thank you for being here for me. For us. Thank you so much." When he looks up at her, he is on the verge of tears and he smiles. "I wouldn't have had it any other way." |