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“I can't do this..”

Kenma sobbed softly,
hands tightly clenching onto
his boyfriend's jacket while Kuroo
could only rock him gently and pressed
a soft kiss on his sweaty temple.

“You can, kitten.
You're so strong.”

But the older's words didn't
really help, not anymore.

It's been four hours since the blonde
had arrived at the hospital but it felt like
there hadn't been any progress at all.

And Kenma was slowly growing tired.

He had eaten the lunch his parents
had brought him just to throw it up
half an hour later because his body
was too overwhelmed with the strong
pain and he had even endured the
two checkups if he had dilated even
more just to hear the depressing news
that there wasn't much progress.

“Sweetie, drink something.
You're going to dehydrate.”

Mrs Kozume returned from the
bathroom with the refilled bottle of
water and almost forced the straw
between her son's lips to
make him drink.

“My poor boy.”

She bit her lip to suppress the urge
to cry at the sight of her own baby
being in so much pain and carefully
pushed a strand of hair away
from his forehead.

“Should I get the doctor again?
Maybe you're ready for the PDA now?”

But Kenma shook his head softly.

The doctor had already told him
earlier that the PDA would most likely
hinder the progress even more.

“Maybe we should walk a bit again?
You know.. get in the vertical position
and let gravity help you a bit?”

Kuroo suggested as he gently ran his
hand over his boyfriend's baby bump
in hope to somehow comfort
their baby a bit too.

Poor little human must be so
uncomfortable too and confused
about what was going on.

Without actually knowing it,
they were going to meet
their parents soon.

“Maybe..
Everything is just so uncomfortable..”

“But you're doing so good, kitten.
Come on, let's walk a bit and get this
little bean out. It's about time, huh?”

But Kenma didn't answer,
the frown never disappearing
from his face, not even when
Kuroo pressed a soft kiss on his
cheek before he got up to help
his boyfriend sit up.

“Kuroo is right, sweetie.
Walking can really help.
And maybe you can take
a bath after that?
The warm water can help too.”

His mother spoke as she tried to make
her son have at least a cookie but the
last thing Kenma was feeling at
the moment was hungry.

“I don't know..”

“You don't have to decide now, hm?
How about we walk to the elevator
and back for now? I guess we should
still stay near this room.”

It was so hard to not get angry,
to not snap at his boyfriend
or his mother.

He just wanted everyone to shut
up if he was being honest.

The pain was unbearable,
the pressure on his hips made
him tear up almost immediately the
moment he stood up and he
was just so exhausted.

Every fiber of his body was protesting,
screaming to just get a tiny bit of rest.

“Kitten.”

Kenma hadn't even noticed that he
had started crying again but the
moment he opened his eyes at his
boyfriend's hands cupping his face
carefully, he noticed how awfully
blurry the older's face looked.

“How can I make you feel better?”

Even if he couldn't see it because
of his own tears, it was obvious in
the older's shaky voice that he
was close to crying too.

Seeing his loved one in so much pain,
so tired and frustrated made him feel
so unbelievably helpless.

Kuroo so badly wanted to take the
pain away from him, to just switch
places just so he wouldn't have to
see his boyfriend suffer anymore.

But he couldn't.

“Kuroo..”

Kenma sniffled softly as he grabbed
onto the older's jacket, more tears
following the moment the first
sob left his mouth.

“I don't want to do this anymore.. I can't..”

The next contraction followed,
making the poor boy hunch over
in pain as he pressed his face
against his boyfriend's chest,
a muffled scream escaping him.

Nobody had said it'd be easy.

But nobody had told him that he'd
rather die at the moment.

And the worst part was that there
was nothing Tetsuro could tell
his boyfriend to comfort him.

He could only wrap his arms around
the shaking and crying boy and hold
him close as they waited for the
contraction to pass, his own tears
eventually joining Kenma's on the
blue linoleum floor.

Even though they were so close
to meeting their baby, right now
this moment they've been waiting
for so long felt further away
than it had ever been.

Things just weren't going in their favor.

Kuroo bit his lip harshly as he moved
his hands to the younger's lower back
to massage it gently, looking for any
sign of discomfort telling him that he
should stop but Kenma only sniffled
as he pressed his cheek against
the older's chest.

A soft kiss landed on top of the
blonde's head before Kuroo nuzzled
his hair gently, his hands never
stopping drawing gentle circles on
the tense muscles in hope to ease
the cramping at least a tiny bit.

“I love you so much.
My strong kitten.”

But Kenma only closed his teary eyes,
letting more tears fall as he tried
to regain his breath.

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