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Rook X Ben, Beloved ~ P2

Tags : Mpreg. Pregnant Ben. Childbirth. Breech Birth. Barn. Winter Season. Second Baby. Difficult Labor. Intense. Barn house.

Pairing : Benjamin (Ben) Tenneson x Rook Blonko

Fandom : Ben 10; All media.

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Time passed slowly from there, contraction after contraction, their baby moving down lower each time.

Ben's cries escalated and changed depending on the contraction, at times he couldn't even breathe and just gasped, others he just screamed.

Finally, the baby had been brought down enough that Rook could hold the baby, pulling it gently with each contraction and time Ben pushed.

With his heart in his throat the whole time, Rook had no idea how much he could do, how he was going to ease the feet down if he even could, this wasn't good.

He couldn't see, his eyes were stinging with tears.

One leg came down, but then eternity seemed to force its way into time as nothing else happened.

Nothing.

Ben was trying so hard, Rook was trying to help, but what could he do?!

"Gods help me" Rook whimpered, tempted to drop to the ground and weep.

But he did not.

He would not.

A thought, sudden and urgent, rushed upon him. "Ben stand up." He said all at once, wiping his face on his arm since his sleeve wasn't there.

"Wha- Rook?" Ben whimpered with a sob, forehead soaked in sweat and voice scratchy.

"I need you to stand up!" He repeated, strength suddenly, finally entering his voice. "Come on, love! Lean on me, okay?" He gasped, reaching up with one hand, and placing Ben's on his shoulder.

"Rook-" Ben moaned, trying to pull away scared of the pain, scared for their babe, and just wanting it all to end, and Rook asking him to do this seemed so impossible.

"I can't lose you!" Rook cried, his voice breaking into a desperate sob.

"Please. I can't. Ben, please. Baby, lean on my shoulders. All on me, okay? Just stay focused, okay, love?" Rook sobbed, his eyes searching Ben's pleadingly.

Ben froze at the outburst, taking a moment to search, he realized he could feel in his body the reason Rook was desperate.

This was not right.

Ben nodded grabbing onto Rook who bent his back as Ben pulled himself up, trying to keep his cries and sobs to a minimum.

The baby's other leg and tail slipped out and finally, Rook had her around the belly, expecting for a second that the rest would come quickly, but her arms were in the way and hadn't come down like they should have.

Ben screamed again, sobbing, gripping Rook's vest so hard that he was ripping the skin underneath it.

Rook grits his teeth so he won't make a sound. If this was the only way that he could share Ben's pain he was more than happy to do It.

He was sweating buckets despite the cold. If the baby was caught inside, if there wasn't enough room, there was only one thing that could be done, something the physician had discussed with them both with the first one when he hadn't noticed Ben's rather generous hips that set off his small figure.

But it was risky.

Extremely risky.

Even in the best-prepared circumstances, the mother died more often than not.