Derek Ch. 2

Derek
By
Brimmingbelly04


Chapter Two


"Ohmygod! Contraction?" Liv asked, eyes widening again.

"What?! No!" Derek huffed.

"So then…"

"Why is she on her way?!" He demanded as he swayed his hips some more, grimacing as he did.

Liv's eyes quickly narrowed as both of her hands went to her trim waist, right above her hips, further accepting her almost perfect, hourglass figure. She didn't verbally respond for several seconds, during which her gaze spoke volumes, telling her husband what he'd just said was the stupidest thing she'd ever heard.

"She's coming, because after everything I told her, she said it sounds like it's time!"

"But I haven't even had a…" Derek began to protest, only to cut himself short, his eyes widening this time as his left hand suddenly flew to the top of his huge pregnancy while his right kept him braced on the bed. "Oooh!"

"Contraction..?" Liv finished for him, her pretty, pink lips curing into a small but obviously satisfied smirk.

Derek didn't reply verbally as he dealt with the somehow unexpected pain. He nodded rapidly, eyes trained on his now lightly clutching swell as he stroked it, feeling his stretched muscles tighten under his hand. "Oooh!" He moaned again.

"This is why Elaine's coming!" Liv huffed as she rolled her eyes. "You OK..?" She asked once they were back where they belonged, looking down and out at her husband.

Quick as it'd come, Derek's first contraction began to fade, surprising him yet again. He nodded again, more slowly this time as he continued to rub and stare at his overloaded belly as it relaxed. He let out a huge huff of air as he looked up at Liv in shock, even though he really shouldn't have been.

"This is happening, isn't it?!" He asked, sounding a mix of scared and relieved.

"Yeah, babe, I think it is…" Liv replied with a chuckle as she leaned in and kissed the center of his sweaty, still slightly furrowed forehead.

"Is it crazy I kinda can't believe it?!" Derek asked with an anxious laugh.

"Just a little!" Liv confirmed as she righted herself.

"It's just… I… This is…"

"I know you're nervous. It's totally understandable," she assured.

"Are you?" Derek asked.

"Nervous? A little," Liv confirmed with a nod. "But I'm also excited!" She grinned. "Aren't you?!"

Derek didn't grin or nod. He frowned a little. "Yes, and no…"

That wasn't the response his wife had been hoping for. She'd been expecting it though… Liv had hoped Derek would come to terms with it the more his pregnancy progressed, but he never had. For what it's worth, his wife realized this probably had a lot to do with how epic his pregnancy became, but still…

"Well…" Liv sighed. "That's a… start."

"I guess I should get dressed…" Derek realized.

His wife looked down at him again like he was crazy. "Why?"

"Why..?" He repeated.

"You realize, as soon as Elaine gets here, she's just going to…"

"Yes I know!" Derek cut her off. "But it would make me feel a little better if the first thing she sees when she gets here isn't my junk!"

Liv chuckled and shook her head as she stepped from between Derek's legs and headed for the dresser where her husband now kept some of his clothes. The ones that currently "fit" him.

"I highly doubt that's where she'd look first!" She said as she opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of shorts and a large piece of fabric that closer resembled a tent than a t-shirt. Despite its size, the shirt she grabbed wasn't one of her husband's biggest and therefore, no longer covered all he had to "offer…" "Not only has she already seen your junk, she's going to again!"

"Obviously…" Derek rolled his eyes. "But…"

"Do you know how many other people's she's seen?"

He grunted. "I'd rather not think about that. What I'd really rather not think about is that one of those other people was your sister! Twice!" He finished with a huff.

"Eww!" Liv frowned as she reapproached. "Why would you bring that up?!" She asked as she tossed him the clothes he probably wouldn't be wearing for very long.

"Because it's weird enough it's worth pointing out!" Derek huffed as he caught them. "Again!"

"Elaine delivers babies for a living, Derek! She sees people's junk all the time, but that doesn't mean she looks at any of it like that!"

"How noble… I'd still rather not greet her naked!" He replied as he pulled his massive shirt on. "Can you help me get my shorts on?" He requested once he'd freed his head.

Following an under the breath mumble about "how pointless" it was, Liv agreed. The couple worked together to get the pregnant, potentially laboring half back to his feet and then, after making sure he was steady on them, him into his shorts. Liv pulled them up high enough that Derek could reach the waistband and finish the job himself. He did so, then frowned but didn't say anything when he realized a good deal of his lower belly remained exposed.

"Is that what you're gonna wear?" Derek asked, thrusting his chin towards his wife, mimicking how his pregnancy was thrusting out of his shirt.

"No!" Liv scoffed as she looked down at her sheer cami. "I wore this for you, not Elaine!"

"But she doesn't look at anyone's body like that…" he couldn't help but remind.

"Oh, be quiet!" Liv huffed as she turned and exited the guest room, no doubt headed straight back to theirs to change into something more suitable since apparently, appearance did matter when it came to Elaine…

Since he was back on his swollen feet and ankles, and sitting hadn't been as relieving as he'd hoped, Derek figured he might as well head to the main floor. As he tottered towards the stairs, he used his left hand and forearm to brace his belly, his right, his back. When he reached the top of the stairs, he took his right hand from his back and grabbed hold of the banister tightly before beginning his slow and careful descent.

By then, Derek was quite used to not  being able to see his feet or where they were placed, but since he'd dropped, he really took his time going down. As he did, he wondered if it would be the last time he did so with his son still inside him?

The week prior, he and Liv (but mostly, his wife) had transformed their living room into a home birthing suite. His home birthing suite… All the furniture had been pushed up against the walls and the rug rolled up and placed in one of the corners, leaving the room open aside from all the stuff Liv had purchased for "the occasion."

Derek and Liv's street facing living room was now centered by an inflatable pool the latter had purchased online, that was big enough to comfortably accommodate two-plus people (Elaine, Derek and the baby.) To go along with it, Liv had also purchased a giant tarp to protect the floor, an air pump to fill and keep the pool inflated, and a heater to keep the water warm once it was filled. Working together, Derek literally around his belly, the couple first placed the tarp and then the pool atop it.

Seeing as he could hardly bend, Liv was tasked with attaching the pump and setting up the heater by herself. Since Derek usually did stuff like that, she groaned and grumbled the whole time, despite her fecund husband providing her with easy, step-by-step instructions as he sat on the pushed back and aside couch, trying to catch his breath and calm their son following the placement of the tarp and pool. It took longer than it would've taken Derek (had he not been so encumbered) but eventually, Liv got the pump working and the pool inflated. Ever since she had, her still increasingly pregnant husband couldn't help but eye the pool apprehensively anytime he waddled by…

While it was definitely going to get put to good use (which was a good thing considering how much it'd cost) the pool might not be where Derek ended up giving birth as his wife had been kind enough to provide him with options. Per Elaine's suggestions, Liv had also purchased mountains of cheap pillows and blankets, all of which could be thrown away later; for her husband to labor and deliver on, or be surrounded by for comfort and support, but that wasn't all…

Elaine had also been "thoughtful" enough to suggest to Liv that she and Derek rent one of the birthing chairs she owned. The business savvy midwife was only charging them $55 a day to have the contraption in their home so they'd have "one less thing to worry about" when the time came. The odd looking chair that hardly looked large or sturdy enough to accommodate and support the pregnant man, had been sitting in the living room unused for almost two weeks, leaving Derek and Liv's bank account some $600-plus lighter.

This all seemed like overkill to Derek, but none of it was up to him. It didn't matter that he'd be the one using everything and doing all the work when the time came to bring their son into the world… Everything related to that was up to Liv, who of course, went along with every and anything Elaine so "helpfully" suggested. What would've been most helpful to the pregnant man at the moment, would've been one of those old people chair lifts to take him down to the main floor, but with a belly the size of his, he probably wouldn't have even fit in it.

When he finally made it down to the first floor, Derek stopped bracing his belly and instead, used that hand to brace himself against the wall, still holding tight to the banister with his right as he huffed and puffed. He was already tired, which didn't bode well with such a big, important day ahead of him… Ready as he was for his pregnancy to be over, and eager as he was to hold his son in his arms versus his belly, Derek still wasn't ready for all it was going to take to get to that point. For what little it's worth, he probably never would be…

He'd just barely caught his breath when there was a quiet knock at the door. Right hand moving to his back, his left went to the hem of his shirt, which he tugged to try and get it to fully cover the lower portion of his biggest swell. Once again taking tiny, measured steps, Derek tottered over to the front door and turned to the side, pausing before opening it to close his eyes and take in a breath. Ready as he'd ever be, he unlocked the door and opened it to find Elaine standing there on the porch with a big smile on her face.

"Morning, daddy!" She cheerfully greeted him.

"Morning…" Derek replied with notably less enthusiasm.

"So today's the day, huh?" Elaine asked as she adjusted the large duffle slung over her shoulder.

"Seems like it," Derek nodded as he looked down at the older, almost dainty woman.

There was nothing scary looking about Elaine. Not much remarkable either… The fifty-something wasn't attractive, but she wasn't ugly either. She was petite, bordering on being too thin, with long, full, wavy brown hair heavily streaked with gray she didn't bother dying. Overall, Elaine looked very granola, unassuming and harmless, but Derek knew better…

"So are we doing this out here?" Elaine asked with a small laugh as she looked around the porch. "I love being one with nature, but are you sure you wanna give the neighbors a free show once they're up?"

"Um, yeah… No thanks!" Derek chuckled as he shook his head. "We're set up to do everything in the living room," he said as he stepped back and opened the door wider. "Come on in."

"Oh my!" The tiny midwife said, eyes widening once Derek had fully revealed himself to her. "You really did drop!"

"Yeah…" the pregnant man nodded, watching the midwife watch him as she entered.

"Any contractions yet?" Elaine asked as she waited for him to close and lock the door.

"Only one so far," Derek replied as he waddled around her and started leading the way to the living room very slowly. "Wasn't as bad as I thought it would be…" he admitted with an anxious chuckle.

"Enjoy those while you can!" Elaine replied with a knowing chuckle of her own before asking, "Where's Liv?"

"She's upstairs getting…"

"Here she is!" Liv herself called as she descended the stairs with speed, ease and grace her heavily pregnant husband couldn't help but envy.

As he watched, forcing himself to smile, Derek reminded himself that that would be him again soon enough, hoping it would help. It didn't.

After breezing her way down the stairs, Liv went to Elaine, gave her a quick hug and then took her bag from her. Right away, the women started chatting, about Derek, of course, but otherwise, they acted like he wasn't there. This wasn't too far off the mark as he went from leading his midwife to what felt like his "final destination," to being left in her and his wife's dust as they made their way to the living room at a pace more suitable for them. Derek frowned and grumbled to himself as he waddled along far behind.

Enjoy this… The tolerable contractions, the lack of attention, he told himself as he belatedly entered the living room, big, now lower belly first. Before you know it, it's gonna be all about you… Liv and Elaine are both gonna be all over you. In you too… he realized with a slight shudder and roll of his eyes.

As he rubbed and cradled his belly, Derek went over and carefully positioned his ass against the couch's closest arm. He watched Liv help Elaine unpack her bag, recognizing a lot of its contents having been examined a few times by the midwife by then, though some he didn't, including what looked like a very large pair of kitchen tongs. Yikes… Everything got set on the coffee table, which was soon covered.

Despite the early hour, Liv and Elaine were both full of energy and excitement. With annoyingly evident glee, they yammered on and on about "the big day" they had ahead of them.

"You're gonna have your work cut out for you, mama!" Elaine said to Liv as she turned to look at Derek, eyes honing in on his belly. "Something tells me, it's gonna take a lot to keep daddy going!" She predicted with a tight smile and small shake of her head before returning her attention to emptying her bag.

Derek opened his mouth to protest but before anything came out, he shut it again. What was he supposed to say? Nothing, obviously, because as much as he hated to admit it, Elaine was probably right. After all, she was the one with all the experience with situations like this… Looking down at the belly resting heavily against his thighs, an increasingly pessimistic Derek let out a quiet sigh as he shook his head.

"Oh, come on now, Derek… I know you don't think you just get to sit there and let the ladies do all the work!" Elaine chided him.

"No! Of course not!" The pregnant man huffed in response. "I just…"

"It would be best if you could really tune in and consider our needs as well…" the midwife interrupted (with a "kind" smile, of course.) "But since you haven't yet, I'll tell you what I need from you now."

"OK…" Derek nodded, forcing himself to smile back.

"I need you to get undressed while Liv and I finish getting ready. Everything, all the way," Elaine stressed before Derek had the chance to protest. "It just makes things easier for everyone, yourself included," she nodded. "Before you know it, you're gonna be so hot, you're gonna wish you could take your skin off!" She chuckled.

From right beside Elaine, Liv turned to look over at her husband. She didn't respond verbally, but her eyes said, I told you so!

Derek fought the strong urge to roll his eyes (and grunt) as he slowly worked himself back onto his feet. "Well until I'm ready to go all Silence Of the Lambs on myself, I'd at least like to keep my…"

"Everything, Derek," Elaine said firmly, leaving no room for discussion.

He didn't bother not rolling his eyes as he begrudgingly complied with the request. Keeping his rapid-fire monologue about how stupid, silly and unnecessary this was to himself, Derek set to removing his shirt, tossing the massive garment onto the couch behind him once he'd removed it. Next, he set to undoing the work he and Liv had done by removing his shorts, letting them drop to the floor and stepping out of them before kicking them aside. If they got in the way, Liv or Elaine could deal with them.

Derek hadn't bothered with underwear, now leaving him naked as the day he was born. He was all for women's rights, but he highly doubted that unless they chose to be, a woman in his condition and situation wouldn't have been forced to strip down to her birthday suit. He didn't want to, knowing it would attract more attention still, but since his back was already aching, Derek attempted to brace it with his hands, thrusting his now more torpedo-shaped belly out in front of him.

"Doesn't that feel so much better?" Elaine asked with another smile.

"Sure does," he replied with a curt little smirk.

"So much…" he replied with a forced smirk.

"Oh, babe!" Liv gushed as she turned to face her husband head on. "You look so amazing!"

Derek felt his cheeks blush. "Thanks…" he said quietly as he looked down at himself, hands traversing his bulging flanks to cradle his swell once again. "I don't think so, but…"

He was interrupted by a flash and the audible click of the camera on Liv's phone. Derek's head shot up and his eyes bulged. "What the hell, Liv?!" He shouted at her. "I thought we agreed to no pictures?!"

"I'm just gonna take a few!" His wife replied with a shrug as she proceeded to snap several more. "Now smile!"

"No!"

"Derek…" she said in a warning tone.

"No!" He shouted again as he threw his head back and stared up at the ceiling.

"I'm just going to take more till you do…" Liv said over the clicks.

Derek released an indignant huff as he lowered his gaze. He glared at the back of the phone aimed at him as he forced himself to smile.

"Your eyes! Smile with your eyes too!"

"Ugh…" he groaned as he begrudgingly did as directed.

It wasn't till she'd taken several more pictures his wife was satisfied. By then, Derek was seething. Their relationship (especially as of late) meant that more often than not, Liv got what she wanted, but after all he'd done (and still had to!) this was too much! It was disrespectful at the very least so as soon as Liv lowered her phone, Derek laid into her as he planted his hands on his widened hips.

"Not fucking cool, Liv! No more, I mean it!" He said firmly as he awkwardly shifted his weight from foot to swollen foot. "No more pictures, and I swear to God, if you even think about taking any video, I… oooh!" He suddenly groaned, hands shooting to what they could reach of his lower belly as it began clenching and heaving again.

"Oooh!" His wife squealed in obvious delight as she quickly raised her phone and aimed it back at him, the camera now in video mode. "Another contraction!"

"Nnnnggh…" Derek couldn't help but groan loudly through his clenched teeth. The sound may've been a combination of her husband's discomfort, annoyance and embarrassment, but Liv still loved it. Well, sort of… Naturally, she wanted more.

"Go on and use your words, babe!" She encouraged as she filmed. "Some day, our son's gonna see this and he's gonna wanna know how you felt while you were bringing him into the world! Tell him!" She nodded.

Derek glared at her as he forced himself to stop groaning, setting his lips in a firm, tightly drawn line. Screw her! No, he wasn't going to use his fucking words! Why the hell should he?! What person in their right mind would EVER want to see their NAKED parent while they were in the process of giving birth to them! Even if for some twisted reason, his son did, he would NEVER let…

"Breathe, Derek…" Elaine coached, all of a sudden right there next to him, taking him by surprise. "You're turning purple," she informed as she reached out and poked him quite hard in the side, causing him to automatically suck in some air. "Now out through your nose… Focus!"

Derek didn't want to focus. He didn't want to be there, belly contracting, still in the early stages of labor… While this contraction also wasn't as bad as he'd been expecting, the whole experience was already ten times worse than he ever could've imagined!

Had he been able to, Derek would've waddled out to his car naked, somehow gotten himself in and drove to the hospital because already, seriously fuck this! Too bad all he could do was just stand there, leaning forward over his belly, panting heavily as it lightly warped, squeezed and undulated. He could've killed himself for agreeing to do this, this way!

"As soon as this one's over, I'll examine him," Elaine informed Liv. "So now would be a good time to get your tripod set up."

Tripod..?

"Just tell me where!" Liv cheerily replied, still filming her husband. "I wanna make sure I get a good shot, but I don't wanna be in the way," she shook her head.

As his second contraction began to taper off, Derek lifted his gaze from his huge, feeling heavier than ever belly and turned it on his wife. As he did, several big drops of sweat rolled down his brow, a couple finding each eye, making him hiss and blink.

"Tri…pod?" He huffed out as he slowly straightened to as close to his full height as he could presently reach, which didn't quite hit the mark as he remained somewhat hunched over his belly.

Liv gave him a little shrug and a cutesy giggle. Now that she had her bra on, her boobs didn't move so much, not that that would've helped much, but Derek would've appreciated something in that moment because he couldn't believe what was happening?!

Over the course of his pregnancy, he and Liv had had several, oftentimes heated conversations about how his labor and delivery were going to be documented. Obviously, he hadn't put his foot down before, but whenever this subject came up, he did. He made Liv promise there would be no pictures or videos at any time, at any point of the process of bringing their son into the world. He thought he'd made his point, but apparently not…

"It'll just be for us, babe," Liv shrugged again. "Our family."

"It would be for you!" Derek spat back. "Not for me or our son!"

"But…"

"No!" He shouted. "Not happening! It's…"

"Totally normal, so calm down!" Elaine cut in as she reapproached. In all the sudden commotion, Derek hadn't even realized she'd left his side. "Everyone does it, it's not a big deal," she too shrugged.

The naked, laboring pregnant man's eyes bulged with indignation. "But…"

"See, Derek!" Liv huffed. "Everyone does it! It's not a big deal!"

"It is to me!" He protested, even though he already knew doing so would be pointless.

"That's wonderful," Elaine said as she came to Derek's right side. "What's a big deal to me right now is getting you checked, so come on!" She said as she took him by his right elbow and guided him forward, but not before having reached that hand down and back and slapping him on the ass!

"What the…"

"I'd set your tripod up right there, Liv," the midwife instructed as she pointed to a spot on the floor, several feet back from the large mound of pillows she'd arranged against the coffee table while Derek had been too preoccupied to notice.

"On it!"

"Now you…" Elaine continued, giving Derek's elbow a not so gentle squeeze. "Down on the floor on your hands and knees."

"What?!" Derek scoffed. "How am I…"

"With my help, of course."

"But…"

"How else am I supposed to check you?" The midwife asked with a huff, sounding like she wanted to throw in 'you idiot!'

"But last time…" Derek huffed as he continued to waddle, the living room suddenly feeling very big. "You checked me… on the couch… with my feet up and…"

"Last time, you barely fit on the couch and that was over a week ago!" Elaine pointed out as they finally reached their destination and she yanked on the pregnant man's elbow to bring him to a rather ponderous stop.

This was true. Even using the chaise end of the couch, Derek had barely been able to lift his legs up and around the sides of his pregnancy, and it was notably bigger now than it had been then. That had made the ordeal of his ass being stared at by his midwife all the more humiliating, but the thought of getting down on the floor on all fours made it pale in comparison!

"OK, but…"

"Come on…" Elaine sighed as she got in front of him, spreading her arms wide before extending them out in front of her and holding out her hands with their palms up. "Hands."

Derek looked from the petite midwife's stern, commanding face to his pregnancy, then back at it again. "Are you… sure?"

Elaine nodded. "I'm a lot stronger than I look."

"And I'm a lot heavier than I look!"

"I can spend more time reassuring you, or we can do this now, while Liv's still getting her phone and the tripod set up, unable to capture this particularly intrusive part of the…"

"Yeah, yeah…" Derek cut her off. "OK!" He nodded. "Now!"

"Oh…" Liv groaned. "No, babe… Wait for…"

"Sorry," he cut his wife off, sounding anything but as he reached out and took Elaine's hands, trying to ignore how small and delicate they felt in his. "Ready..?" He asked with a nervous laugh.

"Gimme everything you got," the midwife nodded. "I promise I've had worse."