Author's Note: This chapter contains more graphic birth stuff. If that's not your thing, skip it. You'll be able to pick the story back up without being confused. :) (Hint: Ophelia is having a pup.)
The Alpha heaved a sigh of exhaustion as he set his Luna back onto their bed and collapsed beside her. "I hope that walk helped you, little she, because it nearly killed me."
"That's because you're old," the Luna snorted as she fidgeted in place and began tugging at her t-shirt dress. "Why is it so hot in here?"
Seated in her chair beside the bed and yawning, Rain frowned. "It's really not warm in here at all - there's a lovely breeze from the door." She paused and then tacked on a quick, "Did you enjoy your walk?"
Chris was lying in the center of the bed beside his Luna, his long arms shielding his eyes as he too yawned. "I don't think that the walk that Rick suggested to help move things along is exactly the walk that we took."
Still tugging at her clothing, Ophelia began huffing. "He carried me around the woods and told me all this crap."
Rain cocked an eyebrow at this and tried not to laugh when Chris made a series of unamused faces. "I suspect that Richard wanted you to do the actual physical walking," he tried to explain to his mate. "I'm doubtful that my carrying you around has helped in any way with your labor."
"My girlie parts feel like someone has a flame thrower pointed at them," Phee enthused as she literally tore a hole in the neck seam of her dress. "It hurts a fucking lot! Get this thing off me, I'm burning up!"
"Sadly, that's normal," the other she-wolf confirmed with a sympathetic frown. "I'm sorry, Ophelia." She sighed as she watched the other girl tear at her clothing, the Alpha outright ignoring her. Trying to keep the conversation flowing, she inquired, "How far apart are your contractions?"
"What's a contradiction?" The Luna inched back toward the headboard, propped herself up, and began pulling her dress over her head. Once she was naked, she kicked her mate's head and giggled. "I did it without your help!"
The Alpha barely rolled his eyes upward. "Good job, Phee."
Continuing her series of bizarre movements, Ophelia now managed to place herself onto her hands and knees with her pup bump hovering inches from her mate's sleepy eyes. She circled her hips several times and then gritted her teeth, clearly trying to struggle through a bout of pain. Rain winced. "Do you feel any pressure yet?"
The Luna had her face pressed into the headboard, her words barely anything more than mumbles. "Pressure from what?"
Rain paused to reconsider her words, but it was the Alpha that asked, "Do you feel any muscle cramps that are pushing downward? Do you feel like something is trying to work its way out of your body?"
"Duh," Ophelia rasped, pressing her face further into the furniture. "There's a watermelon coming out, right?"
She couldn't help it, Rain exploded into laughter at the expression that crossed Chris' face. He groaned as he slid out from beneath his mate and sat up. "Ophelia, come on. Be serious! We're trying to gauge if we need the doctor to come back and check you or not. How do you feel right now?"
"Like I want to die," she squeaked. She had risen up onto her knees and she was kneeling and resting her arms atop their headboard. "It feels like there's a terrible thing happening in my naughty parts, but when I rub my boobs against things it feels nice. Also, I'm very thirsty from that walk."
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