ADVENTURES OF YOU: Home birth

ADVENTURES OF YOU: Home birth (gone wrong)

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TAGS: AOY, gender neutral reader, reader's genitalia is referred to as pussy, second person POV, manipulative partner, your planned home birth goes wrong, midwife running late, teasing, tauting, birth kink, birth denial, nsfw, +18

You have always said I’m a control freak. Do I dare disagree? Maybe. But you married me anyway.

Our personalities clashing wasn't ideal when the test came out positive, and the talking started to drift towards planning and speculating about what was gonna happen the moment of the birth of our baby. It wasn't ideal when you laid it on me that you had every single little detail already planned. 

Of course you've had it all planned since the moment the little seed of pregnancy got implanted in your little brain. Maybe even before that, years before, when you allowed your body to dream with something filling your empty womb, with something turning your body into gravid, fertile ground. 

I mean, I always thought my kid was going to be born into a nice, clean, germ-free hospital room. You know, a birth with an actual professional to make sure everything goes well, and not just some of your friends who have just finished a midwife course taking over the most important moment of our lives.

But, you know: your body, your rules. Yeah, I felt a little blindsided, but of course, you were gonna have full freedom when it came to the birth of our baby or whatever. 

I think I was terribly generous, you know. Letting you have full freedom to plan every single part of your little home birth adventure to the extent you please, honey. The tub, the massage pad, the essential oils, the curated playlist.

Excited? Of course I'm excited! Rather excited, you know, seeing you labor around the house. I'm enjoying it more than I expected.

At least you decided to follow my advice to just get naked. It's great, isn't it? For you, I mean. Feel the cold air brushing against your hot skin, the freedom of movement.

Not being restricted by unnecessary —but terribly sanitary, huh— hospital robes. For me, too, I guess. Not having anything on the way to let my hands roam over the tense, contracting surface of your gravid middle, over your swollen tits.

The baby feels so low, doesn’t it? You don’t have to tell me. Of course, I’ve been keeping careful track of your contractions; someone has to put some kind of order here. We can't just eyeball everything. If we were at the hospital…

I'm so sure that if we were at the hospital, this would be way easier. We would have a designated nurse, a team carefully working to take care of you.

I know, your contractions are so close together now. I can tell, I can tell by the way your body stills now when once hit, how you're unable to just keep moving through it. How your fingers claw at the flesh of your legs, how your head falls against your chest as your knees buckle.

But I’m sure we still have time.

Did I call your midwife? Yeah. Sure. Of course I did. She's coming.

When? Just a while ago. I don’t know exactly when, honey. A while ago. My focus isn't exactly on checking my watch right now. Why are you even worrying? Wasn’t this woman so reliable and trustworthy, even more than a hospital?

Don’t stress, that's not good for the baby. Just breathe. You’re doing so well, honey. Who would have thought you were gonna do so well without any pain meds?

What do you mean you feel like you need to push? You can’t push yet; the midwife isn’t here!

Yeah, she’s taking long, isn’t she? Well, probably traffic. Don’t look at me like that. I’m just saying: if you had listened to me and dragged your ass to the hospital when I said, we wouldn’t be here. But no, you wanted this holistic bullshit of a home birth, didn't you?

Just breathe. You’ll be fine. I’m sure the midwife is just a few minutes away from here. She can’t be long now. She shouldn't be long now if she wants to be here before you push this baby out.

Listen, honey, you need to relax. You can't be this uptight. Wasn't your midwife who suggested... well, that pleasure could smooth things out, right? Come here, just like that. Spread your legs. That’s it.

Shh, don't be all tense. Just breathe. Oh, honey, that’s nice, isn’t it? Letting my fingers rub your clit, slide inside your swollen, sensitive pussy? Feels so good, doesn’t it?

Such a nice view I’ve got from down here, kneeling between your legs, seeing your gravid stomach roll and contract every time your swollen body grinds to hump against my hand, seeing how hard it's getting to differentiate your little moans of pain from pleasure.

Why do you keep asking if I called the damn midwife? 

What, you don’t trust me now? You think I'm some kind of freak who neglected calling the midwife in hopes of seeing you all desperate, squirming, moaning, whimpering as you fought so hard to cling to the hope that somehow things would get back on track with your little plan. Trying to keep this baby in with the hope that the midwife would make it here in time before your pussy was wrecked by the head of our baby forcing its way out of you?

That's just ridiculous! The midwife must be stuck in traffic or something. Whatever. Not even gonna say told you this time.

Just breathe, like in the classes. What, how dilated you are? Well... I mean, yes, you do kinda look ready to push, but…

Don't. Don’t push. You can't push yet, honey.

The baby feels so low, honey? Like it could just fall out of you. There’s just so much pressure?

Oh, honey. Just breathe. The midwife is not here yet, is she? Didn’t you want to wait for the midwife, have your little dream birth scenario play out just right? Then don’t push.

I know you can hold it in. Just breathe. Close your legs. Come here. Let me rub your belly. God, your tummy's so tight, baby. And those are some terrible noises coming out of your pretty mouth, huh? I think you wouldn't be having such a hard time with pain meds. You know, the ones you can only get at the hospital. But it's too late for that.

What do you mean you have to push right now? I guess it really is coming, huh? I think that I can see your swollen pussy starting to bulge with the baby's head. You can feel the head coming down, starting to stretch you open? What’s that, hon? You just can’t hold it in any longer? 

But didn’t you want to wait for the midwife? Oh, baby, stop. Don’t push. Stop squirming around, it’s only gonna make it worse. I know this isn’t happening how you planned, but you're just gonna have to hold it in.

Yeah, I can see that, honey. I can see how the head’s starting to come out of you. I can see your things trembling and your knuckles turning white as you squat in front of the bed, clinging to the mattress as you try to keep your body from trying to push this baby out, failing miserably at it.

Oh, you’re crowning? It’s coming out, and you can’t stop pushing? Not gonna say told you so, we should’ve been at the hospital, but. 

I told you, of course, I called the midwife. Guess a home birth wasn’t such a good idea after all, huh?