STORY: What to expect when you're expecting (Sergio's babies, complete)

Disclaimer: All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. This content is intended for mature audiences only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are legally permitted to view explicit material in your jurisdiction and understand that this work contains adult themes.

WORD COUNT: 8k words

SUMMARY: Sergio is in labor. With no one around his house able to take him to the hospital, he has to wait for quite a while before his dad or one of his stepbrothers can drive him.

TAGS: tmpreg, birth kink, clothing birth, birth denial, car labor, giving birth in the parking lot of the hospital and in the waiting room, fauxcest (between stepbrother and main character), use of afab gendered terms for genitalia, m/m sex, nsfw, +18 content

A/N: Hey! So, this is a story I finished writing a while ago for a commission. The first part was posted publicly on Tumblr, but the second and third parts were never made public due to reasons, one of them being that I got ghosted by the commissioner and never got paid for the last part lmao. I never thought about making it public until today, because honestly, it has two things I fucking love, almost a car birth and just not making it to the hospital room before you have to push a baby out. So here you go, the full length of Sergio's story!  

The first thing Sergio did when he first woke up was try to convince himself he was not in labor. But as the morning went on, his contractions made it impossible to deny it. The numb pain that started in his lower back and extended all over the tensing muscles of his abdomen, went from something he could ignore to something almost impossible to function with.

The second thing he did was, of course, let Dad know he was in labor. As his father rushed through eating breakfast and running to his car to get to work, he dismissed Sergio with a wave.

“Listen, boy,” his father shouted from the front of the front door, before he closed it behind himself. “You cannot push that baby out here, you listen to me? You hold it in until I’m back.”

He didn’t have much luck with his stepbrothers. Jason and Aiden barely registered him as they gobbled their food before rushing to their soccer practice. And Brad, the former baby daddy after an accidental night of horniness and being drunk, wasn’t too excited about Sergio disobeying dad either.

“You heard Dad,” he said, before going to his bedroom and shutting the door behind himself to play video games. “Hold it in.”

The afternoon progressed, and things didn’t get any better. There was a small break where things plateaued for Sergio, where the contractions went back again to be just an uncomfortable numb pain. But then they came back stronger, more painful.

“Ugh…shit,” Sergio moaned, rocking his hips in the air as he gripped the couch backrest, resting his head against his forearms. 

Hanging beneath him, his gravid stomach contracted. It was hanging low and tight, the skin red with stretch marks, the first twin settling on his birth canal, turning his walks around the house into a waddling. 

It was just so uncomfortable to exist like that, with the weight of a huge baby on his pelvis, that threatened to just slide down further every hour that passed. 

But his father's words were clear: not to push that baby out here. 

He tried his best to ignore his tensing stomach, the feeling of the baby’s head getting lower and lower. He tried to distract himself, do dishes, play, but as his stomach tensed with a painful contraction and one of the twins kicked his rib, the one that rested on his birth canal seemed to mock him and slide lower. He recognized it, the faint scream of his body urging him to squat down and push. 

Sergio wasn’t sure that he could hold it in until Dad was back from work. It was barely there, the need to push, but it was there.

With heavy steps, Sergio made his way around the couch to sit down. His body sank against the cushions, and a groan of discomfort escaped his lips as he shifted in place, looking to find an angle where his contracting stomach would allow him to be comfortable, but it was almost impossible. 

He felt heavy and hot and tight everywhere. So, so gravid.

He grabbed a cushion and slid it beneath him, still shifting his hips to find a nice sitting position. He didn’t expect to feel the small shock of electricity that ran through his body when his clit rubbed and pressed against the cushion, sending a wave of pleasure from his pussy to his brain. Following the rhythmic pattern of swaying his hips forward and backwards, his clitoris rubbing right against the hard edge of the cushion, pain moans were quickly replaced with pleasure ones. 

“Ugh, mhnm….” Sergio bit his lips, his hands pressing firmly against the couch to keep himself steady as he rocked his hips. “Fuck. Fuck.”

It wasn’t a surprise, since he got pregnant, he got horny. His body felt everything in such a way that Sergio discovered new levels of pleasure. Especially with self-pleasure. Everything on him was not only swollen and tight, but so, so sensitive. 

From his swollen pussy to his aching, full boobs. He barely realized the frenetic movements of his body, desperately rocking back and forth. The pleasure was arising in his whole body, now almost numb to the contractions that were coming closer and closer together due to the waves of ecstasy rushing through him. 

He was about to cum. He was about to cum all over the cushion when his stepbrother's voice interrupted him.

“Need a hand there, Sergio?” 

Jason was staring at him with a smirk from the doorframe. Sergio felt his face get hot at being discovered, and even when his mind was supposed to say no, he felt his head go yes, bitter by the frustration of his denied orgasm.

That momentary lapse of reason, where his ecstasy faded, made him aware of the baby’s head resting low, so low on his birth canal, that it almost felt as if it were resting right behind his lips. Fuck, he whimpered, and he thought that maybe he was gonna pop this baby out right here.

But shit, he needed to cum. Jason kneeled in front of him, one of his hands pressed against Sergio’s thigh to spread his legs open, and the other teased his swollen lips, rubbing at his clit before he inserted two fingers inside of him.

Sergio started to ride Jason’s hand. The feeling of the fingers in and out, in and out, the obscenely wet sounds that drowned Sergio’s moans, and the palm of Jason's hand rubbing against his clit was fucking good. 

“F…fuck! I'm gonna cum!” He sobbed, one of his hands pressing against the underside of his belly, slightly lifting it, trying to ease some of the pressure he felt.

“Ughn…mhm… I’m cumming!” The orgasm washed over him, numbing his body and leaving him as a drooling mess. 

It was the pain of a contraction that brought him back to reality.

“Shit!” He moaned, sliding his fingers to feel his swollen lips. Sergio could swear that the baby's head was right there, and he did his best to pretend the pressure wasn’t driving him crazy. 

“I really think I need to push,” he whimpered, desperately rubbing his gravid stomach.

“You heard dad,” Jason scoffed. “And you don't look like you need to push that much. You'll be fine until he's back from work.” Jason's hand patted his belly. “Baby can wait.”

***

He lost track of how much time Sergio spent waddling around the living room, both hands busy cupping and caressing his contracting stomach, trying to fight his contractions. The pressure between his legs was just becoming more striking with every step, and he only measured time in the unit of how many contractions he was having. 

He wanted to push. He wasn't sure if he needed to, but God, he wanted to push. It was a very archaic reasoning: pushing equaled pressure gone. He wanted the pressure stacking between his legs gone. 

“Fuck, baby…” Sergio moaned when another contraction took over him. “Just wait a few more hours, please…”

He swayed his hips in the air, hiding his sweaty face in his hands as another contraction made his knees buckle, his stomach pulsating and sending a wave of pain through his body. Now he was sure that the first baby’s head was there, resting right behind his lips, and it felt as if it could just pop out of him with every step he took. 

“Ughn, mhm!” He tried to breathe, but his try ended up as a whining mess. “Ah-hn nhgn!”

When the contraction passed, Sergio took a deep breath as he stumbled towards the couch. He sank with a low moan, slowly letting himself fall against the cushions. He tried to rub away the pain of the gravid stomach lounging between his open legs, but he couldn’t decide if sitting down made the feeling of the baby’s head in his birth canal worse or not.

The baby was coming. He just couldn't deny it any longer at this point. 

He whimpered and bit his lips when another contraction took over him, forcing him to curl over himself and squirm in his place, a low hum on his throat as he tried to breathe through it. 

The front door opened. Sergio's head snapped up as he heard his father's footsteps entering the house. Another contraction rippled through his gravid stomach. His dad's footsteps entered through the hallway, but instead of going straight to the living room where Sergio was, he went to the kitchen. 

“Shit…” Sergio howled, “Dad!”

His dad still took his sweet time. By the time he made it to the living room, Sergio was biting his own hand, hips rocking against the couch to help relieve the pressure on his pussy.

“Dad,” he whimpered. “The baby is coming. Now.”

His dad nodded, taking off his jacket with such calm and tranquility that it made Sergio's blood boil. If he were not in that condition —with a baby about to crown in his fucking pants— he would have maybe thrown a fit. But right now, with the pressure accumulating on his pussy, swollen and stretched by the bowling ball size of his son's head, he barely managed to stand up.

“Just a minute, Ser,” his dad sighed, taking off his shoes. “I’ve had a long day.” 

***

None of the books Sergio read, none of the videos he saw, none of the stories he heard about labor could have prepared him for how complicated it was going to be. Or rather, nothing prepared him for the fact that he was going to have such bad luck.

How Sergio managed to keep the babies inside of him was sort of a miracle, but he wasn't complaining that things plateaued, because the moment his dad got back from work, the man made it very clear that Sergio still had a long time before going to the hospital. His dad said he needed to take a nap first.

At first, Sergio couldn’t believe the words coming out of his dad’s mouth. Then, as the man disappeared behind the closed door of his bedroom, he realized that his dad was quite serious. And, well, his dad had to know better, or at least a bit more than him, after having a few kids.

But still, was it a joke to everyone that he was about to give birth to this baby in the middle of the living room?

At least someone was paying him attention: Jason, who had been watching over him like a dog for the last few hours, ensuring Sergio wouldn't bother dad, suggested an interesting way to help pass the time. 

And, you know what? Fuck it, Sergio was down for anything that would help take his mind off the awful contractions that seemed to be making their way through every part of his body.

Jason's hand gripped the soft flesh of his hips, and then Sergio felt his throbbing dick sliding inside of him, past his swollen and wet pussy lips. An involuntary moan escaped Sergio's mouth, trying to muffle the sound so as not to wake up his dad, and soon Sergio found himself matching the pattern of Jason's thrusts, pushing his hips back as Jason thrust into him, desperate to feel him deeper.

Sergio was gripping with both hands the couch's backrest, his knuckles turning white, and his gravid stomach, tight and hanging bare in front of him, pressed uncomfortably against the cushions, the stretched and hot skin rubbing against the cracks in the leather every time Jason thrust inside of him.

Jason was right: after all, sex indeed helped with labor. His mind was anywhere, wrapped around the feeling of his stepbrother being buried deep inside of him, and the sense of discomfort that had possessed his body all afternoon was gone, lost in the back of his mind along with all the less important things right now. 

He still couldn't ignore it when his stomach would tense in front of him from time to time, reminding him that, still, the babies were coming. 

“S..shit!” Sergio moaned, pressing his chin to his chest and moving a hand to caress the side of his contracting stomach. “C’mon…!”

He couldn't be sure who his words were directed to, if it was a plea to the relentless babies inside of his womb or to Jason behind him, and he wasn’t sure what he was asking for, to the babies to give him a break or to Jason to go faster.

The contraction reached its peak right as he was about to get a clear idea, and it faded away as the sharp pain took over him. He tried to focus on the feeling of Jason’s dick throbbing inside of him, on the darts of pleasure that tried to fight for his attention, but the pain shooting through the tense, gravid orb in front of him was almost impossible to ignore.  

“Fuck!” Sergio whimpered. “Fuck, nhgn!”

A low moan escaped Jason's lips, his hands involuntarily tightening around Sergio's hips when he felt his pussy clenching around his dick, his body tensing as he leaned forward, groaning through the contraction. His fingers crawled up, sliding further and gripping at the sides of Sergio's gravid stomach, feeling the tense muscles, the stretched skin under his fingertips.

Sergio wasn't sure where he had read that sex could help with labor, but it definitely was making it a way more pleasurable experience, almost as pleasurable as the day he became pregnant. It was a fifty-fifty situation: Sergio could feel himself riding the waves of pain that rippled through his body as his overdue stomach contracted at the same time he found himself riding the waves of pleasure of Jason thrusting inside of him, his hands possessively on his gravid body.

It was hard to think straight, and Sergio was not keeping any kind of track of what was going on with his body: he only knew that the pressure of the baby getting closer and closer, slowly stretching him open, mixed with Jason ramming against his sweet spot, was about to make him cum.

And if he was more focused on getting himself off than pushing, it had to be a good sign, right? He could hold it in a bit more. 

What he was not able to control was the way his body, sensitive and overstimulated in all the right places, was slowly reacting to his orgasm starting to take over his body.

“Fuck, Jason!” Sergio whimpered, his nails digging against the couch's fabric. “I’m gonna…!”

He didn't need to say finish the rest of his oration, because Jason could feel the way Sergio was clenching around his throbbing dick and the way his body was trembling against him, pressing his hips desperately against him. Jason's hands gripped his hips, his thrusts becoming more frenetic, and Sergio moved one of his hands down, rubbing over his bump, a shiver going down his spine as he made contact with the hot skin, and down to his clit, where he started to rub, a quiet whimper escaping his lips.

As the steady movement of his hand became more erratic, Sergio felt the well-known sensation of his stomach starting to tense up, a contraction taking over him, and Sergio grunted loudly, his head thrown back as both the contraction and his orgasm washed over him.

***

“Are you really…?” Sergio whimpered, his fingers gripping at the fabric of his pants. “I can't walk to the car”.

For most of his life, Sergio was a bit of a drama queen, making most issues bigger than they were. So yeah, maybe his dad was a bit fed up with the exaggeration, because he only rolled his eyes and tilted his head to the door, signaling for him to get going.

The boy who cried wolf. It didn't seem too much like an exaggeration anymore, though. The pain was getting worse, and the pressure between his legs was becoming harder and harder to ignore. 

Sergio squirmed in his seat, pressing his hands against the fabric of the couch. Pressing down at the same time, he slightly lifted his hips, a sharp pain going through his pelvis. The baby’s head, now it was inevitable, he couldn’t pretend or try to ignore it anymore. He had tried to ignore, as much as he mentally could, all the signals his body gave him that he needed to push. But now, the signals were no longer mental; they were now physical.

Inside of him, both babies rested heavily against his ribs, making it hard to breathe, while the other one was already positioned in his birth canal, the head dodged in his pelvis, and during the whole day, it had been slowly, slowly but surely, making its way down. Sergio was grateful that he had such a slow labor, but god, these babies were ready to make their appearance. 

“You can’t have this baby here,” his father said, matter-of-factly, and held the door open. “We need to get going.”

Well, did he just realize? Sergio stared at his father, then his eyes wandered to the open door.

Outside, waiting at the end of the driveway, he saw Jason leaning against the car door, distractedly staring into the distance with his arms crossed against his chest.

Well, it was not like Sergio had any other options. He took a breath, staring at the clock on the wall, and Sergio told himself that he still had time. First labors —and multiples— could just take hours. And, to be fair, if none of the babies had already made a surprise appearance, they could wait a few more minutes.

He bit his lips as he pressed his hands to his side, digging into the cushions, and a low groan died in his throat as Sergo pushed himself away from the couch. As soon as his gravity center changed, he couldn’t help it, and his knees buckled, making him lean forward and rest his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.

Suddenly, it seemed like the baby was heavier than ever, the pressure on his hips almost unbearable, the constant reminder that he was about to push the twins out and that, maybe, he was not going to have a say on when. He felt as if he was heavier than ever, so swollen and sensitive. It was hard to walk with a baby’s head deeply lodged in your birth canal, but somehow —probably the death stare on his father's face— made him walk as fast as he could out of the house.

Every step was torturous, his stomach tensing and hanging heavily in front of him. He felt painfully aware of his dad's and Jason’s annoyed looks at him, even if he couldn’t see them, and even when Jason was waiting outside.

The warm air of the summer hit his skin, and for a moment, there was relief, but it soon turned into an overwhelming feeling of discomfort. It just didn’t seem like the best of the ideas of getting into the hot car, but anyway, he slowly put one foot after the other. Behind him, he heard his dad closing the door and locking it, and Sergio knew there was no coming back. Now he had to get to the car.

He looked up, seeing Jason resting against the car, phone in his hand. He looked bored.

Step after step, Sergio tried to keep his rhythm steady and his eyes focused on the car door, trying not to let his eyes wander around. He had the feeling that all of the neighbors were staring at him, that they were peering from behind the doors and the closed windows, staring at his uncomfortable waddle and his swollen, low middle as he made his way to the car.

Another contraction shot through his stomach, and Sergio was glad he had finally reached the car, as he leaned against the roof, his hand gripping the warm metal, knuckles turning white as he tried to breathe through it. He was so, so close; he just had to get in the car and drive to the hospital.

With his eyes closed, feeling the muscles of his stomach burning, he heard Jason open the door and then walk past him, getting into the passenger's seat. 

The pain finally went away. Sergio opened his eyes, and with a low moan, holding his stomach with one hand and supporting himself on the door with the other, he climbed into the backseat.

***

“How long?” Sergio breathed heavily, forcing his legs to press together

“We’re almost there,” his dad assured.

Sergio didn’t press the matter. Long ago, when he had a vague idea of what he wanted to happen the moment he was to give birth, he had traced a careful plan and tracked the amount of time it would take him to get to the hospital. In the way his dad took it, it should take them less than twenty minutes on a good day. The hospital wasn't that far, but right now, it felt like the miles were stretching longer than ever, the minutes going painfully slowly.

His knees trembled. He was doing the effort, the painful effort of keeping his legs pressed together, as if it could slow down the head getting lower and lower on his birth canal (or as if it could prevent it from coming out), but it was hard. He couldn't get to feel any comfort if his thighs weren't spread open, his swollen stomach resting there.

He tried to focus on the things he could control instead of the things he couldn't. He shifted in his seat, his hips slowly rising from the cushion of the seats, tightening his fingers around the handle, and focused on the hum of the air conditioner, on the sounds of the motor, on the sounds of the cars passing them by, on the sudden feeling of his head pressing down against his hole. 

He let out a howl, jerking his hips in an attempt to escape the pain. “Fuck, I think I need to push. I need to push”.

In the front seats, Jason looked at him through the rearview mirror. “Just try to hold it in”.

“No, Jason, I can’t-” he groaned, his hips jerking forward. “God, it’s right there,” he moaned, his hand sliding between his legs to press against his hole. “I don’t think I can hold it in any longer… It’s just so close!”

“Just breathe,” Jason repeated, scrolling through his phone. “We’re almost there.”

The words coming out of his stepbrother's lips only made Sergio want to scream, the discomfort momentarily replaced by pure irritation. Just breathing wasn't enough when the pressure of the head sitting so low on his hips, right behind his swollen lips, as the baby slowly made its way down his birth canal, wasn't going to get erased if he just breathed. The feeling of his son's huge head, like a bowling ball sitting on his hips, forcing him to keep his legs open —trying to keep his legs closed was almost painful now— was impossible to ignore.

Just hold it in, he repeated mentally to himself. Hold it in. Sergio breathed through his mouth, clenching his teeth tight, pushing every single fiber of his being to keep himself under control, because he realized, very quickly, that if he moved, it felt like the baby would move down, almost on its own. 

He tried to focus on everything he could, on the passing cars next to them, on the trees, on the sound of the radio. For nothing. The pressure between his legs was growing harder and harder to ignore the longer he sat there, sinking like a beached whale in the backseat.

He could hold it in. He could just breathe, inhale, count to four, and then slowly exhale as his dad drove him to the hospital. He could absolutely not push the first of his babies in the car, right? 

No, he couldn't. 

“Dad, there's just so much pressure,” he whimpered, closing his eyes and letting out a low moan. 

His head was pressed tightly against the backseat as his feet pushed against the floor, every inch of his body tensing as he tried not to move. Maybe, if he didn’t move, the baby wouldn’t either.

It didn’t work. As his stomach tensed again, he could feel the baby descending.

The sound of the continuous beep-beep of a claxon brought him back to reality. Sergio tilted his head to the side and opened his eyes, quickly scanning his surroundings, and his face fell when he realized that they were still practically in the same spot. 

When he turned to face the front, a low moan escaped his lips as he shook his head.

“Oh, no, fuck no,” he whimpered quietly. “What’s going on? Ughn, what's…?”

In the driver’s seat, his father unbuckled his seatbelt before replying. They were gonna be there for a bit.

“I think there was an accident,” his dad said, “There’s a jam.”

Fuck. No. Sergio squirmed in his seat, closing his eyes again, and trying to focus on his breathing. He couldn’t believe how calm and carefree his dad and his brother were in the front, but maybe it was because they didn’t have to deal with the huge head of a baby sliding slowly out of them.

Maybe closing his eyes would help time go faster, and maybe he could trick his brain into believing that they were closer to the hospital than they actually were. 

He opened his eyes again when he felt the car start to move again. The smooth movement as his dad pressed the foot down the pedal was briefly soothing, letting hope settle in his chest as Sergio moved his hand over his stomach, his fingers caressing the tense muscles. The head of the first baby was lodged firmly in his birth canal, just right there, and Sergio could swear that if he could sit straight in the seat and focus on staring down at himself, he would see that his stomach was lower, towering over his thighs. 

He shifted in place. His feet pressed against the car floor, his fingers gripping tightly at the seat belt as his whole body tensed at once when the pain in his middle rose again.  

Sergio tilted his head to the side, staring at the cars that were passing them by in the hallway. Were the rest of the scars going too fast, or were they going too slow?

“How far are we from the hospital?” Sergio asked, gritting his teeth. 

His dad shrugged, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead. “Jason?”

“Like…” his brother took out his phone, and took his sweet time opening the maps app, “Maybe five minutes.”

It even felt like Jason taking the phone out in slow motion, almost deliberately being so painfully slow.

Sergio didn’t know if he had five minutes in him. It didn't feel like he had five minutes in him. Time had become an odd concept in this situation — it had become a kind of strange, blurred line, where seconds merged into hours. There seemed to only be moments when it really felt like the baby was about to just pop out of him if he dared to move, to change positions in his seat, and sometimes it felt like his body was actually listening to him and the pressure would decrease slightly and then Sergio would think that he could make it, that maybe things would actually work out in his favor in this very moment and he was going to be able to just hold it in.

The car started to move again, slowly, but moving. He crooked his neck, tilting his head to stare outside, trying not to think too much about how fast they were going. 

"We're almost there," his dad said. 

Sergio nodded, one of his hands reaching up to slide to the underside of his belly, lifting slightly as if it could help to relieve the pressure. His eyes gazed outside the window, and he let out a long breath when the hospital appeared on the horizon.  

He let out another deep moan, trying to keep his body from tensing against the seat, but panic took over him all over again when he felt a sudden burst of pressure between his legs, reaching its peak quickly before a sudden burst of liquid from between his legs.

Sergio cried loudly, his back arching forward in reflex, his head hitting against the headrest behind him as he shook his head. "My water just broke!"

Suddenly, he felt the whole weight of the baby's head crashing down on him, as if it had finally decided to come out and couldn't wait anymore, and Sergio screamed, one his hand instinctively wrapping around his stomach and the other sliding down his legs, pressing against the wet fabric of his pants against his entrance, feeling the bulge of the head resting right behind his lips, just about to crown. "No! Oh God, no!"

***

There was a wet spot staining the side of the seat where Sergio had been sitting for the past minutes, a growing patch where his water had broken minutes ago.

Sergio's fingers tightened around the seatbelt, his shoulders tensing as the fabric pressed tightly to the underside of his contracting stomach, making him feel even more trapped. All of his attention was put on the road in front of him, a silent prayer on his lips as the cars surrounding them slowly started to move ahead. He swallowed, throwing his head back and letting out a breath as his free hand moved to rub at his gravid stomach, trying to soothe the tense muscles.

Sergio's eyes closed shut when he felt his dad step on the gas. As he stared at the dark, his attention shifted from his surroundings to the tension on his thighs as his legs pressed close together. His muscles were on fire, all of them, from his back to his stomach to his legs, shaking at the strain. The baby's head was moving down, and if he looked closely, he could see the shape of the head bulging his lips out, pushing against his shorts.

He was trying not to push, and so far, with the effort of keeping his legs closed, he was succeeding. But with every moment, the head was very close to parting him open, his lips threatening to stretch around its circumference any moment. Sergio was sure that if he uncrossed his legs and reached between them, he could feel the top of the baby’s head peeking from his slit.

He was not going to risk it, though. 

He was so close to making it. His dad had been repeating over and over again, trying to reassure him they were closer and closer to the hospital, but now Sergio was sure they were.

As Sergio sat there, his gravid body squeezed in the backseat, contorted in odd ways as his head pressed against the cold glass of the car window, he could feel the car start to move forward and pick up speed, the sounds of stillness being left behind as his dad accelerated.

Another contraction took over him, and Sergio let out a low groan, trying to remain as still as possible, his hand gripping the car handle. If he moved, he had the feeling the baby would just pop out of him.

His father's voice came from the front seat, distant, and Sergio opened his eyes when the pain of the contraction went away. He hadn't realized how tense his body was, how his back and hips ached, and how his legs felt almost numb. When he looked up from his gravid stomach, past his brother and dad, and saw the hospital in front of them, just a few streets away, a small wave of relief washed over him.

Maybe he could make it. Maybe it all was gonna be fine, and in a few minutes, he was going to be pushing these babies out in a nice and sterile hospital room, as he intended. Maybe he was going to be able to hold this baby in just a few more minutes.

“We’re almost here,” his father called from the front seat, but Sergio was not listening.

“Hurry,” Sergio whimpered, his face scrunching up in pain as another contraction whipped him. "Hurry up, please."

It wasn’t a plea, it was a warning. He wasn't sure how much left he had in him before his legs would give up trying to remain pressed together, how long he had before the baby's head would start pushing past his lips again, even against all his efforts.

The pressure of the head pressing down, the weight stretching him open slowly, was becoming unbearable, almost impossible to ignore anymore. Sergio was trying not to pay attention to the feeling of having a bowling ball trying to push its way out of him, focusing on anything else but the feeling of his stomach contracting, the muscles straining under the tense skin, the sound of the car moving forward. He was trying to focus on the things he could control. He couldn't keep the baby from moving any lower, but Sergio was putting all his effort, his fingers hurling at the sides of his legs, keeping them close together. 

Sergio felt a low, desperate sound bubbling up from his throat as he felt the baby moving lower. His efforts to remain quiet were fading away with each contraction, and the only thing he could hear filling the car besides the buzz of the engine was his desperate moans.

"Dad, please, go faster," he pleaded, brushing a hand over his face. "It's almost there!"

"We’re almost there, too!” his father replied. There was a beat of silence as Sergio moaned through a contraction, and then, his dad spoke up again. “We’re here. We’re here.”

Sergio let out a breath as his eye snapped open, looking up at the road in front of him. Yes, they were there; he could see the sign announcing they were entering the hospital parking lot.

It was almost empty. Sergio looked to his side and up to the neon letter buzzing over his head that read EMERGENCY.

Well, that was it. They were here. He just had to get out of the car, walk inside, and then he could finally push these babies out.

"Fuck...ughn!" Sergio whimpered, his body trembling as another contraction took over him. "Dad, I don’t think I can make it out of the car!"

The realization hit him like a truck as Sergio felt the baby moving lower, his legs forcing themselves apart.

His father was already making his way out of the car, and Sergio wasn't sure he heard him over the door slamming behind him before he started to make his way towards the entrance. The next thing Sergio knew was Jason, coming out of his seat and making his way around to the car to open Sergio's door.

The fresh air hit Sergio's face, and Jason stepped aside distractedly.

“C'mon, Ser, we’re here.” His stepbrother said, his words calm, “Get out.”

Just get out. As if it could be that simple —Sergio wasn't sure he could make it out of the car without this baby falling out of him.

Sergio breathed and moved one of his hands between his legs, his palm pressing over his pussy, over to the growing bulge of the baby's head to try and stop it from coming out any further. His free hand moved to the open door for support as he moved to stand up, grunting as the weight of his stomach pulled him down, legs straining as he pulled up.

He was so close. So close. There were maybe thirty steps between him and the automatic doors separating him from the white hallway, maybe even fewer. He just had to make it inside.

He took a step out of the car. Then another. His hand left the open door and moved to support his distended stomach in front of him.

Less than thirty steps. He just had to get there. Sergio took another step.

His knees buckled beneath him. The baby moved down, unforgiving, and Sergio felt his resolve crumbling in front of him as his body failed him. He felt his last flicker of hope disappearing as his legs burned when he squatted down, one of his hands flying to the car door for balance and the other to support his gravid stomach, screaming out as he felt the head of the baby stretching past his lips.

“It’s coming out, it’s coming out!” His words were sudden and desperate as the baby moved down.

The semblance of calm Sergio had been able to put on during the last minutes disappeared in front of his eyes as he felt the head of the first baby making its way down, pushing past his swollen lips, making its way out. Sergio thought that he wasn't helping, either —squatting down, bearing down— but his body was pushing, and he couldn't stop. 

“Ughn!” Sergio whimpered, legs trembling, and gritted teeth as he struggled to focus. “I can’t– it’s coming, I’m pushing!”

He needed to focus— maybe on something other than the feeling of the head stretching him open, moving down against the strained fabric of his shorts. Sergio whimpered, his fingers tightening over the tense skin of his stomach, and when another contraction took over him, Sergio could only bear down and push. The head bulged out further, moving past his lips with a gush of amniotic fluid that stained his shorts and dripped to the pavement beneath him.

Another moan left his mouth as Sergio moved his hand to the car door, gripping the handle. At least that barrier offered him some sort of privacy, even if only for a moment before he realized that, in fact, he was pushing this baby out in the parking lot of the hospital. Sergio let out a strained grunt because, as much as he wished he could not, this baby was coming now.   

There was really not much he could do about it but push.

“Don’t push!” Jason said, “We just have to get inside, can’t you hold it in?”

The annoyance in Jason's voice matched the desperation as Sergio reached over his huge stomach, down to tug at the waistband of his shorts, struggling to pull them down.

Did it look like he could hold it in?

Well, probably from Jason's angle, he couldn't see the head starting to tent his shorts as it made its way out of Sergio.

He finally let out a loud moan when he managed to pull the fabric of his shorts down along his underwear, past his thighs. Sergio breathed, his hand moving back to grip the car door for support as another contraction took over him. The muscles of his abdomen tensed, and he pushed again.

It only took another push before the head popped out of him with a gush of amniotic fluid, making Sergio scream as he felt the pressure stretching him open too fast, too harsh, his hole opening around the head of the baby that now dangled between his legs.

“It’s out, oh, ughn— fuck!” he whimpered, “It’s out…!”

Another contraction, his gravid stomach tensing in front of him, sending a burning sensation to his lower back, and before he could even take a breath, he had to push again. Sergio could feel the baby's body moving down his birth canal, the shoulders trying to make their way out of him.

He had to push. His legs trembled when he bore down, and the shoulders slid slightly further at the effort, only to slide back when the contraction went away.  

Sergio panted, his eyes scanning his surroundings as he looked up. Jason was nowhere to be seen— how convenient he could disappear just right now. He wasn’t sure if he'd rather the solitude or not, but he didn't have time to ponder when another contraction shot through him.

He tensed, muscles shaking as he focused on pushing the shoulders out. His stomach was contracting in front of him, his legs shaking as he pushed. 

He barely realized when Jason came back, two nurses following behind him. He was bracing himself for the start of another contraction when he felt a pair of gloved hands gripping at his arm, Jason’s firm grip on his other arm, and then a sharp pain through his hips as he felt himself being pulled up without warning.

Sergio's knees would have given up under his weight if it weren't for the two people holding him up.

“Ughn!” he moaned, the nurse’s hand held his legs apart steadily, the other supporting the baby’s head. "No—  what's...oh, fuck!"

“Push,” the nurse kneeling in front of him ordered.

Sergio couldn’t think about doing anything else. The shoulders were almost out, stretching him open, the pressure between his legs was the only thing filling his mind, buried beneath the crude urge to push every time a contraction took over him.

His stomach tightened, and his legs trembled when the shoulders finally forced their way out of him with another gush of amniotic fluid, his legs trembling as the baby slid out of him. The next thing Sergio knew was the cries of his baby filling the parking lot before the nurse took them away.

For god’s sake, he couldn’t get a break. Sergio felt someone pulling his shorts up, and then, he felt himself being dragged inside, past the automatic doors, and into the cold white hallway. As they guided him towards the front desk, all he could think about was how the second baby was already making its way down his birth canal.

God, this was happening now.

He felt his face heat up even more as he walked past the people sitting in chairs, scattered around the room, but most people in the emergency room didn't spare him a glance, too focused on their own misery to turn to look at the pregnant guy walking in.

Sergio swallowed when some guy was shouting something about being stabbed. Clearly, some people had it worse than him.

When he finally managed to stumble at the front counter, one of his hands supporting his gravid stomach and the other his lower back, Sergio realized his dad was there, busy filling up what looked like an endless pile of paperwork, his attention divided between signing the papers and talking-arguing with the nurse behind the desk. He couldn’t really focus on whatever his dad was saying, and Sergio let out a whimper as his hands gripped the edge through another contraction.

“Mh-hm! I’m about to give birth!” Sergio spoke, trying to remain calm, “I need- ughn…A room, something!”

“I’m working on that, Ser,” his dad sighed, pointing to the paperwork in front of him.

On the other side of the counter, the nurse let out a hum in agreement, her nails clicking slowly on the keyboard and her eyes fixated on the computer screen. The sound grated on Sergio’s ears.

“I don’t… shit,” Sergio moaned, a long whimper being drawn from his lips as another contraction took over him, his stomach tensing under the palm of his shaking hand. “I don’t think you understand, I’m… about to give birth, now!”

Well, he wasn’t exactly pushing now, but Sergio could feel the head of the second baby moving down on his birth canal with each contraction, and his body was not cooperating or being patient for no paperwork. His contractions were coming fast, one after the other, more painful than with the first baby.

And this was happening way faster than with the first baby. And this baby felt bigger than the first baby, the way felt way bigger.

Sergio let out a moan when the muscles of his abdomen tensed again, his stomach pressed against the counter edge as he leaned forward, resting his weight against it.

“Sir,” the nurse called as she chewed gum, snapping her fingers in front of Sergio’s face. “Sir. Please remain quiet and take a seat. Do not cause a disturbance in the waiting room."

“Sergo, please just hold on,” his father sighed.

Oh, as if he could just wait. Sergio couldn't wait; he could feel the baby's head moving lower, the now well-known pressure starting to appear again as his legs trembled.

“I can't- hold on?” Sergio shouted, panic suddenly taking over him when he felt the head moving fast down his birth canal. “I’m about to have this baby, please! Right here!”

The nurses surrounding them seemed oblivious to the panic in Sergio’s face, and it was almost a miracle if any of them gave him a glance before they continued their way.

Sergio could already feel the baby sliding lower inside him.

“God, I can’t stop pushing,” Sergio gasped, his fingers digging into the counter, feeling the familiar pressure settling down on his pelvis, getting lower and lower. "Dad, please, I can't...!"

“We’re doing our best to empty a room,” the nurse behind the desk said, barely looking at him, and it made Sergio feel even more frantic. “Just hold on. And please take a seat.”

Sergio bit his lips, trying to keep a moan from escaping his mouth as another contraction took over his distended stomach. He could feel the baby’s head moving lower past his birth canal, towards his already sensitive pussy, even when he was trying to not push. He covered his face with his hands as he let out a quiet moan when the contraction reached its peak, and Sergio tried to force his legs together.

God, this was happening so fast. And he was still here, in the middle of the fucking waiting room, with a second baby that didn't seem to have the patience its sibling had earlier.

When the tension in his stomach went away, Sergio looked around again. The people surrounding them didn't look any better than how he was feeling, and even when most of them were not even sparing him a glance, he couldn’t shake the imminent feeling of shame as he felt the familiar urge to push making itself present.

This baby was coming, and he just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

There was a beat of silence when the nurse behind the desk looked up from her computer, looked at Sergio's dad, and then back at him, and if Sergio had been looking at her, he would have seen the very moment it clicked for her that the baby was coming now.

She muttered something under her breath before she scrambled from behind the counter, moving around it to stand next to Sergio's trembling body.

"Ughn, I'm pushing...!" Sergio moaned, bending his knees as the head slid out of him, his hand reaching to pull his shorts down. "Oh, god, it's out! It's out!"

The nurse's gloved hands caught the head in a hurry as it popped out of him. Then, without giving him a break, the shoulders were already moving down.

"Alright..." the nurse said, "I can see the shoulders. You gotta push now."

That was all he was doing. His contractions were now on top of each other, and even when the head was already out, the pressure of the shoulders trying to move down past him. He was pushing, breathing in and out as Sergio tried to keep a semblance of calm, but this baby was coming fast.

"Ughn!" he moaned, his fingers gripping the counter as he pushed. “Oh, please, just…get it out!”

"You're doing well, almost there," the nurse cooed, her voice now laced with a foreign professionalism Sergio hadn't seen earlier. "Just one more push."

Sergio looked up, then around, seeing the prying eyes and the flashes of a few phones recording him. God. His stomach contracted, and he felt his legs trembling, unsteady as the baby’s head hung between his parted legs. A part of him, the part that wanted to run and hide from the humiliation of having been overpowered by his own body, of being unable to fight the primal urge to bear down and push, that part wanted not to push and to try and get away from it all. The other part, the one that told him it was way too late, was already giving in to the pressure between his legs. 

He bore down, his stomach tightening and his muscles clenching and unclenching under the tension, under the pressure, as he focused on pushing with his next contraction. The shoulders slid out of him with a gush of amniotic fluid. 

He forgot about it all when the baby slid out of him with a loud cry.

***

Sergio leaned back against the hospital bed— finally. Finally, he was able to look around and see sterile white walls and not chairs full of people.

His whole body hurt, still trembling with sporadic waves of adrenaline that rushed through him, but now the quiet hum of the room filled the space where the chaos had been moments ago.

The babies were nestled against his chest, their small bodies warm and comforting. 

Sergio looked down at them, his heart swelling with something he couldn’t quite name. Pride, relief, love—none of those words felt big enough. The smaller of the two wriggled slightly, letting out a tiny sound before settling again, and Sergio let out a quiet laugh.

This was all he could ever expect, and probably more.