A Bounty Hunter's Bundle

The Dumpling's Arrival

The Bounty Hunter had been induced an hour ago. It had not been fun. He had to eat a bunch of herbs, and then because he didn't have a very nice entrance to pop his water with, Carlo very carefully had to take a needle and stick it into his stomach.

Lincoln's water breaking was like nothing he had ever felt. It sprayed out of him faster than he could have imagined. Shortly after that he had his first contraction.

For being an hour into labor he wanted to scream, Carlo said it was going to be a long while yet. Probably labor all day and they'd come more at night. He lay with his legs splayed right now, Carlo checking him over.

"The herbs are doing their job," he finally said, not touching Lincoln because he knew it could very well result in being kicked in the head. "Hopefully your," he cleared his throat, "dick will swell and lengthen a little more giving them the biggest birth canal possible, and hopefully it will be enough."

The Bounty Hunter just groaned. "Where is Valkyrie?" He forced back a sob, "I want him here."

"You know he went to go get you some knives, and me my materials."

Lincoln struggled to his feet, and moaned before he began pacing back and forth. He was wearing this hideous dressing that was like woman's dress but spotted. He grabbed the wall as another contraction wracked him and spit in pain. "Carlo....can't you do anything?"

"Because it's going to be along labor, I can't give you pain med's right now, I could very well harm your liver or kidneys."

Lincoln rubbed his stomach, "Do you even know how long it's going to take for sure?"

Carlo shook his head, "Because you are a guy, I can't check how far along you are. Unless, I really forced my finger up you...."

Lincoln snarled at him, "Try that and I'll cut your head off." The old doctor smiled and put his hands up in surrender.

Lincoln sat on the couch, his legs gaped apart and leaned forward bracing his elbows on his knees with his stomach between his thighs. "Anything you can do to speed this up?" he hissed his hands tightening into fists.

Carlo sighed, "I suppose I do have some herbs that might speed things up. I don't know if they are going to work on you though."

"I want them out," Lincoln spit grinding his teeth.

"And I'm sorry my boy, I'm not going to give you them, because you have already taken a lot, and you will be taking even more in a while."

Valkyrie walked in with many things stacked in his hands. On the bottom was a massive target, then was a white sterile birthing blanket, some towels, herbs, other weird shit, and on the very top a box of knives.

The warrior set up the target for Lincoln, and the Bounty Hunter put some pants on and took of his shirt. Carlo started to protest but a sharp glance from the pained man was enough to silence him. After giving the rest of the stuffed to Carlo, Valkyrie swept up the smaller pregnant man, and kissed his face.

"How are you baby?" he questioned setting Lincoln down and cupping his face. The Bounty Hunter grimaced.

"Fucking fantastic," he spit, rubbing his stomach. Valkyrie smiled slightly, and knelt down to be level with Lincoln's severly swollen abdomen. He kissed it gently.

"You be good to your mother, this isn't easy for him," he said, kissing the plump form a few more times. Valkyrie then stood up, put his arm around Lincoln's shoulders and lead him to target, where they threw knives--Lincoln's skill severely inaccurate because of the contractions and pain his body was going through. When they would die down though, he'd hit the bull's eye every time out of anger.