The air was heavy and hot as the summer sun beamed into the master bedroom of the large manor. Soft moans and whimpering could be heard as a woman was stretched out on the silk sheets of the nicely made bed. She was still in her nightgown, soaked in sweat all over her short, petite form. She tried to sit still to savor her strength for the transition that her handmaids warned her of, but it was impossible!
She shifted and squirmed, the large child in her womb making its presence known as it kicked actively and made her stretched thin belly bulge out. She could feel their skull there in her pelvis as her cervix continued to dilate at an agonizing pace. Honestly, the weight of them wasn't the worst part, as she had already adjusted to their weight over the grueling months. No, it was the pressure. There was this constant building pressure that grew and grew with passing contractions that swallowed her whole for two entire days straight now. The contractions were one thing, but that pressure overtook her and kept her mind from thinking clearly. She felt sick with how painful it was. She felt like she was ready to burst like an overfilled water skin like the ones her father used to take with him during his long trips out of the rolling country fields.
The thought of those fields distracted her a moment from the agonizing pain she was trapped in. Before she was married off in order for her father to keep running his fields to feed the small town that was miles off, she had been free to do as she wished with her life. Now she was married to a nobleman and she half questioned at this very moment if it was worth it. The luxury of never working again was amazing. The only thing she had to worry about was keeping her appearances good in the limelight of the other noble folk for the sake of her husband and his family's name. Well, that and to bear him a healthy male heir to pass his name onto. As painful as this current moment was for her and how much she feared finally having to try and push this large child out of her narrow hips, she loved her husband and he was the one thing she truly enjoyed out of her forced time here.
She was pulled out of her thoughts as a screech filled the room, unable to process it was her own hoarse voice. She clutched her belly, crying softly. "I need to push! I need to push!" She begged while an older handmaid pressed a warm wet cloth to her forehead.
"Lady Joan, You can't push yet. You're getting closer, I promise," the woman tried to comfort her, but she looked a bit worried. Joan was a lovely woman for the family, but not just due to her beauty and soft personality. She was very fertile and it showed from her endowed breasts to the large child in her womb. Her belly was one of the biggest she had seen during her time helping deliver the heirs of the Toller household. It was good to have a healthy and strong babe for the family, but with how petite the short woman was compared to her broader and much taller husband she was so small. The maid and the other staff had been worried for Joan as she had grown bigger and bigger by the passing day, feeling a bit of terror at how massive she is. More so since after feeling over Joan's bump, she could tell there was only one babe in there. It was a beastly size compared to most.
"I just want to push!" Joan sobbed, the short and once very petite 21 year-old sobbed as she held her belly. She shifted here and there with her tangled and messy hair trapped under her. The labor had been so intense the past few days that it felt impossible to get her to do anything more than waddle around or lay there in pain. "I just want to hold them so bad, Meredith," she wept, unable to hold back her pained tears. It felt as if her baby and own body wasn't her own. They worked against her like a team in that moment or so she felt anyway.
Meredith, her handmaid, sighed softly, moving over. She held out bother hands to Joan as the noblewoman laid there and sniffled. She felt bad for the first time mother, as she knew this wouldn't be the last heir she'd have to birth for this family. Joan watched her confused and with soft wet eyes.
"Come, let's use gravity to move it along. Once that water of yours breaks, you'll feel a lot better! I swear it," she spoke proudly to Joan, not letting her prideful side falter once. Joan needed her to be a pillar for her since Louis, Joan's husband and the soon to be Lord of the household, was gone for business after being called upon by the royal family and wouldn't return for another week or so. He was a tax collector and so his job was very important. His family had held that position for many years for the king. As much as he wanted to stay for his wife, he couldn't.
With a slow awkwardness, Joan was helped to sit up. Her belly spread her legs a bit and filled out her lap. It was awkwardly shaped due to the child within starting to get lower and lower. Meredith couldn't help a giggle as she rubbed her Lady's stomach. "They'll be here before you know it. You've got this, M'Lady," she chimed, helping Joan move to the edge of the bad. The heavily pregnant woman whimpered to the baby more firmly pushing it's head down onto her pelvis, the sac of waters around it causing her body to nearly contort to the weight of it. Soon, she was on her feet. She had to adjust to being on her feet as her large belly heavily drooped down in front of her. Joan was shocked at the sight. It felt almost inhuman since she had never experienced a birth near her. Her mother had always delivered her siblings when she and her older siblings were out of the house so as to not scare her or her sisters of their future.
Joan paled, bending over as she almost lost her balance. Meredith quickly caught her and rubbed her back. The old maid whispered to Joan, reminding her to breathe as it was important for her to do so. Joan panted and shook, her body glistening with sweat. It was already so hot with the intense summer heat and now her body was like a heated furnace during the winter. Even if she stripped nude, she knew it would do nothing. She winced, her knees bending a bit as Meredith held onto her so she wouldn't hurt herself.
"It...It feels so- so- Lords above, I feel like I might just break! I feel like I might just-," she gasped to another intense contraction crashing through her lower back and over her globed belly. Her stomach contorted tightly, outlining the massive babe within her womb. She threw her head back, screaming at the top of her lungs at the intensity of it all. She felt like she might just pop!
As if the universe heard her thoughts, her eyes widened in horror as something gave way. To Meredith and her own shock, there was a soft and yet almost audible pop that came from Joan's body. Her belly suddenly dropped further down with a lurch, before a gush of liquid escaped from her and stained her long nightgown. Joan let out a sigh, feeling a bit of relief in that moment...but it was brief. She tried to look around the engorged dome that had blocked her sight for months now, unable to see what happened. She did however feel liquid coating her feet, dripping from her thighs, and spread out under her on the floor.
She blushed in embarrassment. Had she actually soiled herself? It was already embarrassing enough exposing herself like this in front of someone that wasn't her husband, but to have this happen was simply horrendous...
"I am so sorry, Meredith! Oh, I soiled myself and got some on your uniform- I-," she winced as the contractions returned and crashed so quickly into her again. It was right on top of the other. She was ghost white still, but more so now that she felt the child shift against her now fully dilated cervix. She thought the sac of water was the worst of it, but it wasn't! Little did she know the second half would be much worse for her narrow body. Her belly already hung off her awkwardly, almost as if it were a wrong piece to a jigsaw puzzle someone lazily slapped in for convenience.
The maid quickly straightened her up and grinned widely. Joan looked confused and a bit bewildered at the expression on her maid. Why was she so happy that she soiled herself? That was odd.
"Dear, that was your water. It looks like you might be able to finally push the babe out!" The older woman cheered, before moving off to the door of the large bedroom and shouting down the hall for a few maids to hurry in and help. She returned to Joan's side, helping her over to the birthing stool they had brought in the day before when they had expected her transition to be much sooner.
She helped Joan sit, the pregnant woman grunting through throbbing and tightening that her body forced upon her. She was still sobbing in tears as she trembled. Her personal handmaid was there for her though. Even as Joan quietly begged for Louis, Meredith knelt beside her. She reached under the soaked skirt of Joan's night garment and felt to see how dilated her Lady was. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she felt the head tempting to enter the birth canal. She couldn't help a laugh, knowing Joan's agony was almost over.
Rubbing Joan's back, she removed her hand from within the short, blond woman. Joan simply moaned due to how sensitive she was currently in this state. She felt like a cow dropping a calf back when she worked with her father from time to time growing up.
"Alright, M'Lady, I need you to push through the labor pains. When you feel one, we'll count together while you push as best you can. Remember the babe is larger than most, so you *must* pace yourself.” The handmaid warned her Lady, though she knew that she might not listen. It was common for someone this deep into labor to do what their body told them, even if they weren’t properly stretched for the child.
Meredith offered her hand and let Joan squeeze it. Meredith let out her own wince and followed it after with a light laugh while Joan’s contraction returned. She whispered, counting softly with Joan. While Joan focused on breathing through the overwhelming discomfort. She pushed down as hard as she could, feeling the baby within her womb move down. She grunted out loudly and sobbed. She could feel her hips shifting and nearly popping outward in order to allow her baby’s head to pass fully past her pelvis and cervix.
“‘Atta girl! That’s a good start,” she praised Joan while a few other maids who had finally arrived did too. They all watched Lady Joan with concerned eyes as she labored. They had expected the short wife of their Lord to give birth quite easily as more Ladies of the family did, but Joan had proven that theory quite wrong. The few maids near the two cringed as Joan pushed with the next contraction. They could see the effort she had to put in to try and get her sizable heir out.
With the next strong couple of pushes, the head stretched her pelvis practically to its limit. Thankfully, the head finally pushed through into her birth canal, her cervix and pelvis were still stretched open to their limits to accommodate the child’s wide shoulders. She cried out to her maid, “I can’t do this! They’re already so enormous…Meredith, what if they don’t fit?!” Joan was usually a quiet woman and deemed it impolite to be loud, but in this moment she could care less about her volume. She was freaking out with how much the child was stretching her. Her birth canal felt so full and she was scared it might not fit out of her tight lower lips.
Meredith tried to calm the soon-to-be mother, rubbing her back. “Joan, it will fit! I’m going to make sure you survive this. I promised the day you entered this house that I’d be the best handmaid you’d ever have and I mean that. You and the babe will be fine. Remember, stay calm and pace yourself,” she encouraged Joan and tried to offer a comforting smile. She was just as worried, but she knew freaking out would do little with how deep Joan was already into this.
Gravity worked to try and help Joan, even though it was a curse to her. It made her child inch more and more before she truly felt ready. That was if she’d ever be ready, of course. She pushed with the next contraction that took over her form and forced her to push harder than intended. Her body wanted the child out! No one could blame her body though, since the babe was already two weeks overdue and was overtaxing her belly.
Joan continued to sharply breathe, while trying not to panic. She could feel the child she made with her husband nearly a year ago move down more and more with how she was seated on the birthing stool. The massive head and broad shoulders of her offspring moved down faster than she expected. The lips to her entrance already held a bulge to them even if the child wasn’t full behind them yet.
Time carried on and within twenty minutes the head was beginning to spread her delicate lower folds, surprisingly. She was screaming as she gently pressed on the top of her belly a little and had to endure Meredith and a fellow maid trying to help her stretch around the child’s large skull and head. It was beginning to come out, as a bit of black hair like the child’s father could be seen.
“I WANT THEM OUT! I WANT TO HOLD THEM! COME OUT!” Joan hoarsely yelled at now one in particular. She was desperate for this agony to finally come to an end. She yelped as with the next push, the head suddenly painfully stretched her lips thin and beyond their limit. They almost tore, but Meredith was thankfully able to stretch her enough.
“You’re so close, M’Lady! They’ve got a head full of hair and it’s the color of their father’s,” the old maid chimed, while rubbing Joan’s arm to keep her from freaking out or doing anything in her moment of need. “Just one more push and the head will be fully out.”
Joan felt anger at the thought of the child’s head not even being out full yet. She felt ready to snap in half like a twig and yet her baby still had so much traveling to do before she could rest. She breathed and prepared herself, bearing down with a deafening screech. The enormous head bulged out more and more, before finally it popped out. Like with her sac of water, the pop was pretty much audible with the pressure suddenly released from her puffy lower lips.
She sobbed in relief to feeling the sudden release of pressure that came with the head being out. Sadly, her relief was short lived as she felt the weighty baby shift in her canal. She pushed again, soaked in sweat, tears and amniotic fluid. She felt the broad shoulders of her huge child pop out at a teasingly slow pace. Once after the other, the babe finally fell free and Meredith caught them.
Joan sighed, her head falling back as the immense pain was over. Her belly still cramped a little, but that was due to the placenta she’d need to birth as well before she was completely done. The maids cheered for her, excited for the new mother. She was one of the kinder nobles of the large household and so they enjoyed celebrating something so amazing with her.
“It’s a boy, Lady Toller! A big and very healthy boy,” Meredeth beamed, keeping an eye on the exhausted woman on the stool. Joan smiled, her hair damp and clinging to her neck and breasts. She watched the child be snipped of the cord that held him to her, before he was carried off to be cleaned up a bit. The other maids still gave her support for the moment, cleaning her form up with rags. After such an intense experience, she deserved to be cleaned up and to feel beautiful as she had just given the world a new life.
Joan’s eyes didn’t leave the old maid that held her child, her eyes landing on the male baby that was brought to her. Now swaddled in a thin material, the child seemed so quiet and peaceful. Funnily enough, he seemed just as tired as she currently was after the event. Before she could take the child, she was guided on how to deliver the placenta and was helped over to the bed. They helped her lay upon it, not bothering to strip the sheets yet in order to let her relax.
Her body felt loose and limp as if she had worked all her brothers’ chores for an entire day back home. As exhausted as she was, a proud feeling formed in her chest as she was finally handed her baby. The large babe slept peacefully in her arms as she quietly cooed at him. She felt a joy swell in her as she had worked so hard to prepare for this exact moment.
“My little Louis, you’re so beautiful,” she laughed and whispered softly, rocking the newborn lightly. A mighty wave of love rested in her. She had been worn down to the bone throughout the labor, but it was worth it.
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She shifted and squirmed, the large child in her womb making its presence known as it kicked actively and made her stretched thin belly bulge out. She could feel their skull there in her pelvis as her cervix continued to dilate at an agonizing pace. Honestly, the weight of them wasn't the worst part, as she had already adjusted to their weight over the grueling months. No, it was the pressure. There was this constant building pressure that grew and grew with passing contractions that swallowed her whole for two entire days straight now. The contractions were one thing, but that pressure overtook her and kept her mind from thinking clearly. She felt sick with how painful it was. She felt like she was ready to burst like an overfilled water skin like the ones her father used to take with him during his long trips out of the rolling country fields.
The thought of those fields distracted her a moment from the agonizing pain she was trapped in. Before she was married off in order for her father to keep running his fields to feed the small town that was miles off, she had been free to do as she wished with her life. Now she was married to a nobleman and she half questioned at this very moment if it was worth it. The luxury of never working again was amazing. The only thing she had to worry about was keeping her appearances good in the limelight of the other noble folk for the sake of her husband and his family's name. Well, that and to bear him a healthy male heir to pass his name onto. As painful as this current moment was for her and how much she feared finally having to try and push this large child out of her narrow hips, she loved her husband and he was the one thing she truly enjoyed out of her forced time here.
She was pulled out of her thoughts as a screech filled the room, unable to process it was her own hoarse voice. She clutched her belly, crying softly. "I need to push! I need to push!" She begged while an older handmaid pressed a warm wet cloth to her forehead.
"Lady Joan, You can't push yet. You're getting closer, I promise," the woman tried to comfort her, but she looked a bit worried. Joan was a lovely woman for the family, but not just due to her beauty and soft personality. She was very fertile and it showed from her endowed breasts to the large child in her womb. Her belly was one of the biggest she had seen during her time helping deliver the heirs of the Toller household. It was good to have a healthy and strong babe for the family, but with how petite the short woman was compared to her broader and much taller husband she was so small. The maid and the other staff had been worried for Joan as she had grown bigger and bigger by the passing day, feeling a bit of terror at how massive she is. More so since after feeling over Joan's bump, she could tell there was only one babe in there. It was a beastly size compared to most.
"I just want to push!" Joan sobbed, the short and once very petite 21 year-old sobbed as she held her belly. She shifted here and there with her tangled and messy hair trapped under her. The labor had been so intense the past few days that it felt impossible to get her to do anything more than waddle around or lay there in pain. "I just want to hold them so bad, Meredith," she wept, unable to hold back her pained tears. It felt as if her baby and own body wasn't her own. They worked against her like a team in that moment or so she felt anyway.
Meredith, her handmaid, sighed softly, moving over. She held out bother hands to Joan as the noblewoman laid there and sniffled. She felt bad for the first time mother, as she knew this wouldn't be the last heir she'd have to birth for this family. Joan watched her confused and with soft wet eyes.
"Come, let's use gravity to move it along. Once that water of yours breaks, you'll feel a lot better! I swear it," she spoke proudly to Joan, not letting her prideful side falter once. Joan needed her to be a pillar for her since Louis, Joan's husband and the soon to be Lord of the household, was gone for business after being called upon by the royal family and wouldn't return for another week or so. He was a tax collector and so his job was very important. His family had held that position for many years for the king. As much as he wanted to stay for his wife, he couldn't.
With a slow awkwardness, Joan was helped to sit up. Her belly spread her legs a bit and filled out her lap. It was awkwardly shaped due to the child within starting to get lower and lower. Meredith couldn't help a giggle as she rubbed her Lady's stomach. "They'll be here before you know it. You've got this, M'Lady," she chimed, helping Joan move to the edge of the bad. The heavily pregnant woman whimpered to the baby more firmly pushing it's head down onto her pelvis, the sac of waters around it causing her body to nearly contort to the weight of it. Soon, she was on her feet. She had to adjust to being on her feet as her large belly heavily drooped down in front of her. Joan was shocked at the sight. It felt almost inhuman since she had never experienced a birth near her. Her mother had always delivered her siblings when she and her older siblings were out of the house so as to not scare her or her sisters of their future.
Joan paled, bending over as she almost lost her balance. Meredith quickly caught her and rubbed her back. The old maid whispered to Joan, reminding her to breathe as it was important for her to do so. Joan panted and shook, her body glistening with sweat. It was already so hot with the intense summer heat and now her body was like a heated furnace during the winter. Even if she stripped nude, she knew it would do nothing. She winced, her knees bending a bit as Meredith held onto her so she wouldn't hurt herself.
"It...It feels so- so- Lords above, I feel like I might just break! I feel like I might just-," she gasped to another intense contraction crashing through her lower back and over her globed belly. Her stomach contorted tightly, outlining the massive babe within her womb. She threw her head back, screaming at the top of her lungs at the intensity of it all. She felt like she might just pop!
As if the universe heard her thoughts, her eyes widened in horror as something gave way. To Meredith and her own shock, there was a soft and yet almost audible pop that came from Joan's body. Her belly suddenly dropped further down with a lurch, before a gush of liquid escaped from her and stained her long nightgown. Joan let out a sigh, feeling a bit of relief in that moment...but it was brief. She tried to look around the engorged dome that had blocked her sight for months now, unable to see what happened. She did however feel liquid coating her feet, dripping from her thighs, and spread out under her on the floor.
She blushed in embarrassment. Had she actually soiled herself? It was already embarrassing enough exposing herself like this in front of someone that wasn't her husband, but to have this happen was simply horrendous...
"I am so sorry, Meredith! Oh, I soiled myself and got some on your uniform- I-," she winced as the contractions returned and crashed so quickly into her again. It was right on top of the other. She was ghost white still, but more so now that she felt the child shift against her now fully dilated cervix. She thought the sac of water was the worst of it, but it wasn't! Little did she know the second half would be much worse for her narrow body. Her belly already hung off her awkwardly, almost as if it were a wrong piece to a jigsaw puzzle someone lazily slapped in for convenience.
The maid quickly straightened her up and grinned widely. Joan looked confused and a bit bewildered at the expression on her maid. Why was she so happy that she soiled herself? That was odd.
"Dear, that was your water. It looks like you might be able to finally push the babe out!" The older woman cheered, before moving off to the door of the large bedroom and shouting down the hall for a few maids to hurry in and help. She returned to Joan's side, helping her over to the birthing stool they had brought in the day before when they had expected her transition to be much sooner.
She helped Joan sit, the pregnant woman grunting through throbbing and tightening that her body forced upon her. She was still sobbing in tears as she trembled. Her personal handmaid was there for her though. Even as Joan quietly begged for Louis, Meredith knelt beside her. She reached under the soaked skirt of Joan's night garment and felt to see how dilated her Lady was. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she felt the head tempting to enter the birth canal. She couldn't help a laugh, knowing Joan's agony was almost over.
Rubbing Joan's back, she removed her hand from within the short, blond woman. Joan simply moaned due to how sensitive she was currently in this state. She felt like a cow dropping a calf back when she worked with her father from time to time growing up.
"Alright, M'Lady, I need you to push through the labor pains. When you feel one, we'll count together while you push as best you can. Remember the babe is larger than most, so you *must* pace yourself.” The handmaid warned her Lady, though she knew that she might not listen. It was common for someone this deep into labor to do what their body told them, even if they weren’t properly stretched for the child.
Meredith offered her hand and let Joan squeeze it. Meredith let out her own wince and followed it after with a light laugh while Joan’s contraction returned. She whispered, counting softly with Joan. While Joan focused on breathing through the overwhelming discomfort. She pushed down as hard as she could, feeling the baby within her womb move down. She grunted out loudly and sobbed. She could feel her hips shifting and nearly popping outward in order to allow her baby’s head to pass fully past her pelvis and cervix.
“‘Atta girl! That’s a good start,” she praised Joan while a few other maids who had finally arrived did too. They all watched Lady Joan with concerned eyes as she labored. They had expected the short wife of their Lord to give birth quite easily as more Ladies of the family did, but Joan had proven that theory quite wrong. The few maids near the two cringed as Joan pushed with the next contraction. They could see the effort she had to put in to try and get her sizable heir out.
With the next strong couple of pushes, the head stretched her pelvis practically to its limit. Thankfully, the head finally pushed through into her birth canal, her cervix and pelvis were still stretched open to their limits to accommodate the child’s wide shoulders. She cried out to her maid, “I can’t do this! They’re already so enormous…Meredith, what if they don’t fit?!” Joan was usually a quiet woman and deemed it impolite to be loud, but in this moment she could care less about her volume. She was freaking out with how much the child was stretching her. Her birth canal felt so full and she was scared it might not fit out of her tight lower lips.
Meredith tried to calm the soon-to-be mother, rubbing her back. “Joan, it will fit! I’m going to make sure you survive this. I promised the day you entered this house that I’d be the best handmaid you’d ever have and I mean that. You and the babe will be fine. Remember, stay calm and pace yourself,” she encouraged Joan and tried to offer a comforting smile. She was just as worried, but she knew freaking out would do little with how deep Joan was already into this.
Gravity worked to try and help Joan, even though it was a curse to her. It made her child inch more and more before she truly felt ready. That was if she’d ever be ready, of course. She pushed with the next contraction that took over her form and forced her to push harder than intended. Her body wanted the child out! No one could blame her body though, since the babe was already two weeks overdue and was overtaxing her belly.
Joan continued to sharply breathe, while trying not to panic. She could feel the child she made with her husband nearly a year ago move down more and more with how she was seated on the birthing stool. The massive head and broad shoulders of her offspring moved down faster than she expected. The lips to her entrance already held a bulge to them even if the child wasn’t full behind them yet.
Time carried on and within twenty minutes the head was beginning to spread her delicate lower folds, surprisingly. She was screaming as she gently pressed on the top of her belly a little and had to endure Meredith and a fellow maid trying to help her stretch around the child’s large skull and head. It was beginning to come out, as a bit of black hair like the child’s father could be seen.
“I WANT THEM OUT! I WANT TO HOLD THEM! COME OUT!” Joan hoarsely yelled at now one in particular. She was desperate for this agony to finally come to an end. She yelped as with the next push, the head suddenly painfully stretched her lips thin and beyond their limit. They almost tore, but Meredith was thankfully able to stretch her enough.
“You’re so close, M’Lady! They’ve got a head full of hair and it’s the color of their father’s,” the old maid chimed, while rubbing Joan’s arm to keep her from freaking out or doing anything in her moment of need. “Just one more push and the head will be fully out.”
Joan felt anger at the thought of the child’s head not even being out full yet. She felt ready to snap in half like a twig and yet her baby still had so much traveling to do before she could rest. She breathed and prepared herself, bearing down with a deafening screech. The enormous head bulged out more and more, before finally it popped out. Like with her sac of water, the pop was pretty much audible with the pressure suddenly released from her puffy lower lips.
She sobbed in relief to feeling the sudden release of pressure that came with the head being out. Sadly, her relief was short lived as she felt the weighty baby shift in her canal. She pushed again, soaked in sweat, tears and amniotic fluid. She felt the broad shoulders of her huge child pop out at a teasingly slow pace. Once after the other, the babe finally fell free and Meredith caught them.
Joan sighed, her head falling back as the immense pain was over. Her belly still cramped a little, but that was due to the placenta she’d need to birth as well before she was completely done. The maids cheered for her, excited for the new mother. She was one of the kinder nobles of the large household and so they enjoyed celebrating something so amazing with her.
“It’s a boy, Lady Toller! A big and very healthy boy,” Meredeth beamed, keeping an eye on the exhausted woman on the stool. Joan smiled, her hair damp and clinging to her neck and breasts. She watched the child be snipped of the cord that held him to her, before he was carried off to be cleaned up a bit. The other maids still gave her support for the moment, cleaning her form up with rags. After such an intense experience, she deserved to be cleaned up and to feel beautiful as she had just given the world a new life.
Joan’s eyes didn’t leave the old maid that held her child, her eyes landing on the male baby that was brought to her. Now swaddled in a thin material, the child seemed so quiet and peaceful. Funnily enough, he seemed just as tired as she currently was after the event. Before she could take the child, she was guided on how to deliver the placenta and was helped over to the bed. They helped her lay upon it, not bothering to strip the sheets yet in order to let her relax.
Her body felt loose and limp as if she had worked all her brothers’ chores for an entire day back home. As exhausted as she was, a proud feeling formed in her chest as she was finally handed her baby. The large babe slept peacefully in her arms as she quietly cooed at him. She felt a joy swell in her as she had worked so hard to prepare for this exact moment.
“My little Louis, you’re so beautiful,” she laughed and whispered softly, rocking the newborn lightly. A mighty wave of love rested in her. She had been worn down to the bone throughout the labor, but it was worth it.
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You can find more of my stuff at HugeBumpMaster on DA! Going to try and upload more there soon. Also have Three Years in the Making on my account but it's much darker, so be warned! Feel free to leave some criticism as I want to improve on my writing!
