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    Hey everyone,

    I just updated my google drive and organized it. so there is new content on there. This is one of my favorites, its was originally broken up into four videos, but I merged them into one long video. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as me. Cheers!

    A Thanksgiving Special Delivery

    Thanks again to my lovely friend @pistachioi for this prompt! It was a delight to write. I hope you enjoy, and happy pushing~

    She was so restless. It felt like hours that she had paced around her house doing various nesting activities...doing laundry, folding the clean clothes, rearranging the baby clothes in the dresser for the thousandth time. She almost couldn’t help it.

    Isabel (Izzy, to her friends) had been having contractions on and off all day long. Since earlier in the week she had a humiliating false labor scare, she was making herself wait this time to call her midwife, to make sure she wouldn’t have to rush over to her place for nothing...again.

    Pausing as she attempted to fold the towels coming out of the dryer, Izzy planted her hands on the top of the washer and dryer and bowed her head, breathing out slowly as another contraction took hold of her belly. She honestly couldn’t wait to have this baby, she’d been preparing both mentally and physically. She’d read every book, attended classes, and had multiple consultations with her lovely midwife Sara. She wanted her labor to be as gentle as possible, at home, with no restrictions and no stress. So then...why did she feel so restless?

    Puffing her cheeks, Izzy shifted her hips a little bit and closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. It was because of the false labor scare she’d had. It had made her panic. The first contraction she had, she’d called Sara, who came rushing over. After only a couple of hours though, the contractions (which were far apart anyway) had completely stopped, leaving just a very tired, still-pregnant mom in their wake. Sara had been incredibly sweet about it, giving her perineum massage to help her open up, and reassuring her this meant that ‘go time’ wasn’t too far away.

    But in the week following, Izzy had begun overthinking every little twinge, every too-hard kick, every gas bubble. And even now, when she was having constant contractions, she was doubting what she was feeling.

    As the contraction slowed to a stop and her belly softened again, Izzy blew out her breath and straightened back up, one hand on the small of her back. “Oof…” she mumbled to herself, looking down at her huge mound of a belly before slowly going back to folding the towels. If the contractions kept up for another hour, she’d call Sara. Maybe that would mean this was actually the real thing. Really honestly ‘go time’.

    Picking up the basket carefully, Izzy waddled to the bathroom as carefully as she could, sorting the towels into the closet and putting away the basket before waddling back into her living room. Stepping up to her window, she looked out into her front yard, both hands planted on the small of her back and swaying her hips back and forth a bit. It was a really beautiful evening, she could smell her neighbors cooking something. There appeared to be a few more cars in the neighborhood than usual, she couldn’t think what for. But there were lovely orange and red leaves all over the ground, only a few clinging onto the trees, and fluffy clouds in the sky. She watched as a breeze blew through, then grimaced as yet another contraction seized her.

    “Ngh. Oof…” Izzy groaned, bowing her head and rocking her hips side to side a bit more firmly. Closing her eyes, she pulled her hands down her hips to cradle the bottom of her heavy belly, holding it tightly in her palms as she waited for the contraction to pass. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she exhaled through pursed lips, just like she was taught, shifting her weight from foot to foot to combat the intensity of the wave.

    When the contraction peaked, Izzy let out a soft grunt and leaned her elbow against her window, leaning her head on her arm and panting softly. Something in the back of her head told her she should back up or the neighbors would stare, but she couldn’t make herself move. All she could focus on was the wave of pressure rolling through her belly and hips.

    After what felt like an eternity, the contraction finally let go, and Izzy heaved a big sigh, standing up fully. She quickly stepped back from the window, pushing her hair out of her face as she drew the curtains. She would miss the natural light, but she didn’t want any of her neighbors to peek in on her and see her clearly in labor in her living room.

    With a soft sigh, Izzy quietly waddled to her laptop and turned on one of her calming playlists, then moved down the hallway to her bedroom to change clothes. She needed more comfort, something softer and easier to move in. Pulling her shirt and bra off, she carelessly tossed them in the closet, cupping her sore and heavy breasts in both hands as she scanned through her dresser. Finally she pulled out a soft tank top and a pair of stretchy yoga pants.

    Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled on the top first, then started the hard work of getting her other pants off and the yoga pants on. Wiggling around her heavy belly, she bit her lip as she finally kicked the fleece pjama pants off, then began to pull on the stretchy pants. After only a moment though, she became aware another contraction was starting, and groaned unhappily, flopping back on her back on the bed.

    “Agh!” She groaned softly, grabbing her belly in both hands and shutting her eyes. Laying down, all the sensation was in her back, and it felt like gravity was working against her. But at the moment it was all she could work with, so she tried to concentrate on breathing through the wave of strong sensation. In through her nose, out through pursed lips. In through her nose, and out-

    “Ohhhhh!” She groaned unhappily, arching her hips a little bit. “Oh ow, ow ow ow!” She whimpered, rolling onto her side and gripping at her belly. “Ahh...hah...hahh…” With a few hard pants, she gritted her teeth and rolled fully over, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, pants still around her ankles. “Ahhh….”

    As soon as she was off her back, the tension there eased, and feeling gravity pulling the right direction felt so much better. A small smile flickered across Izzy’s face as she resettled her knees on the edge of the bed, shifting them apart a little bit. “Oh wow...okay...okay.” She panted softly, then bowed her head as the contraction reached its peak.

    She was able to breathe much more easily, focusing on the method she had been using before. In through the nose, out through pursed lips or puffed cheeks. Slowly, as the contraction began to fade, Izzy leaned down on one elbow and slid her hand up between her legs, resting her hand on her vagina. She didn’t feel any sort of bulging or even any wetness from her fluids, but it felt good to have some sort of counterpressure there. She sighed deeply and tried to rest her head down on her folded arm, catching her breath.

    She found her eyes slipping closed, and let herself fall still as the contraction finally eased. Her breathing slipping back into a steady rhythm, she grumbled softly to herself as she pulled her arm back up and folded it with the other under her head, just resting in her position. She willed herself to relax, trying not to think too much and just let her mind wander.

    She had been so focused on preparing...preparing for the baby, for labor, for whatever was coming next. There was something else tickling the back of her mind too, but she couldn’t put a finger on exactly what it could be. Her labor had pushed everything else out of its way, especially after her scare.

    After a few quiet moments of rest, Izzy shifted and slowly rolled back over to a sitting position, sighing and looking down at her big belly. Taking a deep breath, she wiggled and finally managed to pull up her yoga pants, then scooted back on the bed and got back up on her knees, leaning her elbows on her footboard and resting her head on her folded arms.

    She could feel her belly resting on her thighs as she sat back on her heels, and that made her smile. She would honestly miss being pregnant. Some people were miserable, she was aware, but even with morning sickness and soreness, she found herself loving every minute. She loved her belly, she loved the baby kicking, and she loved how strong and sexy she felt.

    That’s one reason she had been attracted to Sara as a midwife. She advertised herself as very hands on, very birther oriented, and focused on a gentle, grounded, happy birth, whatever that looked like for the person in labor. Those were all things she had been looking for.

    Sara. Should she call her yet? The thought flew across her mind, and was quickly pushed out by an impending contraction. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Izzy readied herself, spreading her knees apart a bit and leaning into the footboard of her bed for support.

    “Ohhhh…” she found herself softly moaning as the contraction took hold of her, without even realizing she was making noise. “Ohhh...ohhh wow…” she mumbled, turning her head to the other side and panting a few soft breaths. The intensity was overwhelming, but it also felt...strangely good.

    Unfolding her arms, Izzy quickly slid one hand between her legs, feeling the heat pouring off of her. She pressed her hand tightly against her vagina through her soft pants, rubbing a bit and applying a soft pressure.

    “Mmmm...ahhhh…” she moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she gently began to rock her hips against her hand. As the contraction built in intensity, she focused more on her breathing and the pressure of her hand, but it was difficult to do.

    “Ahhh...hah...ohhhhh-hohhhh…!” She moaned a bit louder, then groaned and flopped back down against the headboard tiredly as the contraction let go. Keeping her hand between her legs, she tried to catch her breath, huffing. Things were definitely moving along, but she didn’t have any idea how fast, or what she needed to feel for or keep an eye on. Maybe it was time to call the midwife.

    --

    It took Izzy a bit of time to peel herself up from her position and reach her phone, which had been discarded on the bedside table when she changed clothes. Quickly pressing the speed dial, she tucked the phone to her ear, keeping her other hand pressed softly between her legs. As she waited for an answer, she rocked her hips side to side a little bit, biting her lip at the stimulation.

    It ook a few rings for her to answer, but soon enough came the calm, lovely voice of her midwife.

    “Hello?”

    “H-Hey Sara. It’s Izzy.”

    “Izzy! Hi sweetheart, happy Thanksgiving!”

    Thanksgiving. That’s what had been itching at the back of her mind. Was she seriously in labor on Thanksgiving? Would Sara even be able to come over and help her?

    “Oh! Uh...happy Thanksgiving to you too. Uhm…” She trailed off, taking a small breath through her nose as she tried to gather herself.

    The background noise of chattering grew softer as Sara moved to another room. “Izzy honey? Is there something going on?”

    “Huh? Oh yeah, uhm. I think I’m in labor. For real this time.”

    “Oh! That’s so exciting! Okay, how far apart are your contractions?”

    “I...I don’t know, I haven’t been able to time them. Not long, though. And they’re getting more intense. I think I had my first few contractions around like...ten this morning?”

    “Oh goodness. Okay. Well, would you like me to come over?”

    “I’m not taking you away from family, am I?” Izzy frowned a little, glancing at her bedroom window. The sun was on its way down, but there was still plenty of light outside, and there would be for a while, she expected. She couldn’t tell what time it was, though, not without checking her phone.

    Sara laughed, a pleasant and warm sound. “Oh sweetheart. I’d love nothing more than to come help you add to your family. Give me a few minutes and I'll be right there, okay? Do you want me to bring you some food?” There was a smile in her voice, which made Izzy relax and smile a little bit too.

    “Uh...no thank you, I don’t think I could eat right now…” She closed her eyes again and inhaled, feeling another contraction coming on.

    “Okay Miss Mama. I’ll be there in two shakes, you just keep doing that breathing we talked about and stay comfy, ok? Is your front door open?”

    “Nn-nn.” Izzy grunted, bowing her head and pressing the phone tighter to her ear as the contraction fully began. “Uh. Flowerpot. By the door. Hahhh.”

    “Gotcha. Now hang up and concentrate, ok? Listen to your body and that baby, and I’ll be right there.”

    Izzy wasted no time doing what she was told, clicking ‘End Call’ and dropping the phone onto the bed like it was a hot rock. Gripping onto the footboard, she bowed her head and sat up on her knees a little bit, gritting her teeth. This one was a bit more intense than the last one had been, or at least it felt that way. Rocking her hips forward, she struggled to rub and press between her legs as she tried to catch her breath.

    “Whoooo...hoooo...hahhh…” she moaned softly, her eyelashes fluttering a bit. Her brain felt fuzzy, all caught up in the amazing sensations rolling through her body. Puffing her cheeks, she finally gave up on trying to give herself counterpressure and grabbed onto the footboard with her other hand, sitting up on her knees and rolling her hips in big circles. The motion definitely helped, and she bowed her head and gave soft, rumbly groans as she moved around.

    When the contraction finally let go, she rested back on her heels again, rubbing her belly and letting out a big sigh. She and Sara had discussed a few options surrounding her birth. She had definitely wanted to use her tub around transition and pushing, and possibly have her baby in the water. She had considered buying a birth ball but hadn’t gotten around to it, what with everything else on her mind. She and Sara had talked about positions, best ways to push, and what Izzy ultimately wanted for her birth. It felt reassuring to have all those discussions in place, but now that the time was here she wasn’t sure what was going to happen next.

    --

    When Sara arrived to Izzy’s house, she quickly rushed up the front porch steps, duffel bag over one shoulder and casserole dish in the other hand. Searching around for a moment, she quickly found the spare key underneath the flowerpot next to the door, and let herself in.

    The first thing she heard was the soft classical music. The second thing she heard were very clear moans coming from the bedroom, and she couldn’t help but smile to herself. This mama was definitely having a baby. Quickly taking a detour to the kitchen to drop off the plate she brought in the fridge, she hurried back into the bedroom.

    She was met with the sight of Izzy kneeling on her bed, gripping the footboard with her head bowed forward and trying her best to moan her way through her contraction. The new mom’s forehead was beaded with sweat, and she rolled her hips almost fitfully back and forth.

    Right away Sara went to her side, rubbing big slow circles on her back and snuggling close to her. “Hey Izzy, I’m here, I gotcha. Deep breath in…”

    Almost melting into Sara’s touch, Izzy took a deep breath as she was guided to, reaching over one hand and resting it hard on Sara’s thigh. Sara smiled and put her hand over hers. “And...out...slow, slow…nice, low sounds.”

    “Oooooh…” moaned Izzy softly, and Sara smiled even bigger.

    “Good, good job Izzy...Big breath in…”

    Resettling her hips, Izzy did, taking a big breath in through her nose and leaning a little bit further into Sara. Sara supported her easily, pressing her palm to her back and stroking the back of her hand with her thumb. “Good, that’s excellent...and out…”

    Puffing her cheeks, Izzy let out her breath as slowly as she could, then sighed and dropped her head forward, relaxing. “Hahh…”

    Sara let her rest, rubbing her back, and it wasn;t long before the laboring mom opened her eyes and gave her midwife a weak little sideways smile. “Hi.”

    Sara laughed softly, lifting her hand from her back and stroking her sweaty forehead. “Hi sweetheart. That was a good one, huh?”

    “Yeah.” Izzy sighed and closed her eyes, licking her lips a little bit. “They’ve been...pretty intense.”

    “That’s good, that’s a good sign. Your baby wants to be here with you!” Sara smiled warmly and cupped Izzy’s cheek. “Let’s talk for a minute while you rest, ok? Is this position good for you? Have you tried anything else since you started labor?”

    Izzy nodded weakly, leaning her head on Sara’s shoulder. “Yeah, yeah I....I’ve been restless all day long. I did some laundry, unloaded the dishes...I just felt like walking in circles. When I came back in here to change clothes, I...I ended up on my back when one started, and that was like hell.”

    Sara nodded and listened carefully, still rubbing her back in slow circles.

    Izzy took a breath, exhaling slowly, then continued. “When I got up, it felt way, way better. I’ve been...trying to do counterpressure, but it’s so hard with this big belly…”

    Sara laughed softly and gave her hand a little squeeze. “It sounds to me like you’re doing super well. I’m so proud of you. Want me to check your progress before you have another contraction?”

    At her nod, Sara gently pulled back and went to fetch her gloves. Shifting her knees a bit more apart, Izzy opened her eyes to watch her, her brow furrowed. “Do I need to lay down for it?”

    Sara shook her head as she pulled on her glove, returning to the edge of the bed. “Nope, not if you don’t want to. You just stay right there, nice and open for me. Ready?”

    Izzy nodded and closed her eyes, helping Sara pull her yoga pants down around her hips.

    Sara carefully eased her hand inside her pants and inserted her finger carefully inside, her other hand placed warmly on Izzy’s belly. “Good news honey, you’re at a solid six. You’re doing amazing.”

    “Six? Holy shit. This really is it.” Izzy opened her eyes and looked down at Sara in amazement as she pulled off her glove.

    Her midwife grinned back at her, nodding. “This ain’t no false alarm!” She teased, giggling and sitting back down next to her. “Do you wanna stay like this, or try a new position?”

    “Uh. I don’t know what to try.”

    “Oh, there’s all sorts of things. You can stand and lean on me, squat by the edge of the bed, sit on the edge of the bed…” Sara shrugged a shoulder, giving her belly a soft little pat.

    Izzy thought for a minute, shifting her weight. “Uhm...let’s try sitting on the edge...that might be good…”

    “Alright.”

    Sara gently took her hands and helped Izzy change positions, then settled down next to her on the bed with her hand on her thigh. “Oh! I forgot to ask! Has your water broken at all? I know you said you changed clothes…”

    “No, I was just hot...it hasn’t broken, I haven’t felt a gush or anything.” Izzy shook her head, then grimaced slightly as she felt her next contraction gearing up.

    Sara nodded, then scooted a little closer. “Do you want me to give you counterpressure?”

    Izzy nodded, inhaling sharply and scrunching up her eyes. “Ngh. Yes...god yes, please.”

    Right away, Sara carefully slid her hand between Izzy’s open legs and pressed in, rubbing her through her pants and massaging her labia just as she had done in their sessions together. As soon as Izzy felt the pressure of Sara’s hand, she melted into a deep moan, leaning back on her hands and letting her head fall back. She opened her legs a bit more as she did so, her eyelashes fluttering.

    “Ohhh...hohhhhh...mmmm…” She hummed softly, taking a deep breath afterward. “Mmmm…” With the addition of not only Sara’s lovely touch and support against her labia, but just her presence nearby, she felt like she could finally relax, and let what was happening happen.

    Leaning over a little bit, Izzy rested her head on Sara’s shoulder, taking deep breaths and trying to focus on the feeling of Sara’s touch between her legs. She was only at a six, so she knew in the back of her mind that she still had a ways to go, but even so, her heart fluttered a bit in excitement. She couldn’t wait to push, she couldn’t wait to finally be able to meet her baby that she’d been waiting for. Taking a deep breath, she softly moaned it out, nuzzling her face against Sara’s shoulder.

    Sara smiled, lifting her other hand and gently stroking Izzy’s hair back from her forehead. “That’s it, good job...you really are doing so, so well. You’ll have your baby in no time. Keep those sounds going, nice and low in your chest.”

    Inhaling, Izzy moaned again, her voice rumbling in her chest. “Ohhhhh...hohhhhh…” She shifted her hips uncomfortably as the contraction rose to a peak, her nose wrinkling. “Ahh…” she hissed, and Sara hugged her a little closer.

    “Gooood, good job mama...almost done.” Increasing her pressure between her legs, Sara rocked side to side gently with the laboring mom, holding her close around her waist.

    Once the contraction let up, Izzy slowly sat back up off of Sara’s shoulder and opened her eyes, pushing her hair out of her face. “Oof. I dunno if this position is any good either.”

    “Not upright enough?”

    “Yeah, the pressure feels...wrong.”

    “Okay. We can try a deep squat by the bed, or you can hang off my shoulders if you’d like. Standing will be a bit harder for me to give you that counterpressure, though.”

    Izzy sighed softly as she thought about it, shifting her hips side to side and putting a hand to her belly. “Mm. Let’s try standing...that sounds kind of nice right now.”

    “Okay.” With a warm smile, Sara stood and gently helped Izzy off the bed. Smiling at her gentle and comforting midwife, Izzy right away wrapped her arms around Sara’s shoulders and rested her head down, closing her eyes. Sara rested her arms around Izzy’s waist and rubbed her back soothingly with both hands, swaying gently back and forth. After a moment of silence, she turned her head and spoke softly into her ear.

    “By the way, I brought you over a plate from my house. Turkey, stuffing, and some green bean casserole. It’s in the fridge. Once we get baby out and safe, I’ll warm it up for you so you can eat.”

    Izzy giggled softly, smiling. “Sara...you didn’t have to do that.”

    “I know I didn’t have to, I wanted to. The turkey might be a little dry, it was my partner’s first time making it. But it should be okay anyway.”

    Izzy laughed and shifted her weight a bit, moving her legs a bit closer together so she was moving her hips more as they swayed. “Turkeys are hard to cook...did you have many people over?”

    “A few friends. Don’t worry, they all knew I was likely to get called out. They just expect some squishy baby photos when we’re all done.” There was a smile in Sara’s voice, and she slid a hand across Izzy’s hip to pat her belly. Izzy couldn’t help but laugh again, giving Sara a little squeeze.

    “I think that’s fair.”

    The two of them settled into another comfortable silence, Izzy taking a few focused, deep breaths. After a few moments, she tightened her grip on Sara, stiffening up. “Hohhh...okay, here it comes…”

    “Alright sweetheart. You lean on me or hang off my shoulders as much as you need to. I can take it. Remember those nice deep breaths.”

    Wrinkling her nose, Izzy tried to focus on her words and the feeling of gravity tugging on her heavy belly, but the pressure quickly became overwhelming. She cried out in a soft whimper, gripping onto Sara hard, and Sara turned her head to press her lips against Izzy’s forehead, massaging her hips with the heels of both hands.

    “Bend your knees, honey. Lean into that pressure. I’ve got you.”

    Whimpering softly, Izzy slowly did as she was told, locking her elbows around Sara’s shoulders and slowly lowering into a semi-squat. She spread her knees as far apart as she dared, her pants stretching easily even as they rolled down off of her belly.

    True to her word, Sara supported her easily, standing solid as a rock and holding her under her arms. A slightly louder moan escaped Izzy as she hung there, arching her back and trying to focus on her breathing.

    “Ohhh...hohhh…nnngh-” she grunted softly. In all honesty, her back being stretched like this felt heavenly, and so did the pressure shifting from her belly and more into her hips and pelvis. She felt like she could feel more this way, and was actively working with her contractions instead of being pushed around by them.

    “Good noises, Izzy, that’s lovely…” Murmured Sara, holding her steady. She never took her eyes off of her, peering down at her as she held her close to her. Izzy took that coaching to be a good sign and grunted a little bit more, even a little louder as the contraction rose to a peak.

    “Nnngh. Mmph. Hahhh. Hah-” It wasn’t exactly a pushy feeling, but more an increase in the pressure she’d already been feeling. The grunts helped her feel like a participant, her belly pulsing softly with each noise.

    When the contraction finally eased, Izzy slowly stood up and buried her face right in Sara’s shoulder, tring to catch her breath. Sara smiled and went right back to swaying softly with her, rubbing her back in big circles with one hand and resting the other on her belly. “Good, good job Izzy. That was a rough one, huh? How did that squat feel?”

    “Good…” murmured the tired laboring mom, her eyes remaining softly closed. “Super good…”

    “Excellent. We’ll stay right here then. and you can keep that up.” Sara turned her head to gently kiss her temple again. “Those noises are perfect, nice low grunts like that are excellent work. I think you’re moving along really nicely.”

    “Could you...check me?” Izzy murmured after a moment, and Sara nodded, patting her hip.

    “Absolutely. Let’s get these pants off, okay?”

    “Okay…” Slowly pulling back from Sara, Izzy opened her eyes halfway and began tugging at her pants, and Sara helped her ease them down and supported her arm as she stepped out of them.

    “Okay...lean on me, and spread just a bit for me…” Sara murmured gently, squatting down herself. Izzy grimaced and leaned on one of Sara’s shoulders to arch one leg up onto her toes and spread her knees apart.

    Sara carefully eased her finger inside to check, looking thoughtful as she felt around as gently as possible. “Hm...sweetheart, I think you’re already at 7 and a half, approaching an 8. But your water bag is definitely bulging out quite a bit. That’s why you had that increase of pressure once you got on your feet.” Smiling, Sara gently helped Izzy stand back upright, cupping her cheek with her hand and looking into her eyes. “You’re doing it. You really are. Let’s stay here for a couple more contractions, see if that water bag doesn’t break, then we’ll try some other things, ok?”

    “Okay…” Izzy breathed, nodding and looking back into Sara’s eyes. “That’s...that’s okay, right? That my waters haven’t broken?”

    “Oh, it’s absolutely fine honey! Just means you’ll have an increase of pressure until it does, which will likely be a bit uncomfortable. But I’m right here to help you through it, ok?” Sara smiled, stroking her cheek with her thumb. “And when you feel like you want to get in the tub, I’ll go run it for you and we can get you right in, ok? I know you wanted to start your pushing there at least.”

    Izzy nodded a bit more firmly, putting one hand to her belly and rubbing a bit down low. “Yes, I definitely wanna push in the water.”

    “Okay. We’ll make that happen.” Sara nodded too, then pulled her into a hug. “C’mere, mama. You’re doing so well.”

    Izzy sighed deeply and relaxed into the hug, snuggling her head onto Sara’s shoulder and letting her eyes fall closed. Rubbing Izzy’s back, Sara began to sway them back and forth again, keeping her breathing slow and steady so Izzy could hear it and match up with her.

    The two rocked back and forth in the center of the room for a few quiet moments, holding onto each other. Sara glanced out the window and saw that the sun had finally set, the light outside a gentle twilight purple. Smiling to herself, she drew her palms up Izzy’s back, then slowly down and around to her hips, rubbing with the heels of her hands. This drew a small, contented moan from her companion, so she smiled and did it again, increasing her pressure a bit when she approached her hips.

    It felt heavenly to Izzy, and she all but melted against Sara’s cozy, soft frame. Swaying her hips gently side to side, she almost didn’t notice the signs that she was about to have another contraction. When it hit her, she grunted suddenly, then inhaled deeply and immediately bent her knees, grabbing Sara’s shoulders and dropping into her deep squat.

    Sara caught her easily, leaning back a little and holding Izzy securely under her arms. “Good job, that’s it, mama. Work with that pressure, don’t run from it.”

    “Nngh.” Izzy grunted in response, her brow furrowed and jaw set tight. The pressure was definitely getting worse, and she clung to Sara tightly as she tried to resettle her hips. Blowing air sharply out through puffed cheeks, she sucked in another breath quickly and moaned, bowing her head against Sara and scrunching her eyes shut tightly.

    “Good job. Find a position that works, I’ve gotcha.” Sara encouraged in a soft voice, and Izzy grumbled as she tried to roll and resettle her hips. If she focused hard on the intense pressure, it was almost like she could feel the bulge of her water bag that Sara had talked about, and it was such an odd feeling of discomfort.

    Falling still, Izzy took in another slow, deep breath and tried to relax, moaning deep in her chest as she exhaled. “Ohhhhhhh…” She held the sound for as long as she could before inhaling again and going right back to the soothing, low intoning. “Hhooooooohhhhh….”

    --

    During the next few contractions, no progress was made on getting Izzy’s water to break. Sara checked her again after her latest one, which Izzy had said felt longer to her, and found that the water bag was bulging out significantly more than before, but there was no other type of progress made. Standing up, Sara pulled off her glove and took Izzy’s hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

    “Alright mama. I’d like to, if it’s alright, get the water started for your tub, and while we wait for that, try some things to get that water to break for you.”

    Izzy nodded, looking back at Sara and wiping her wrist across her sweaty forehead. “You think it’s time for the tub already?”

    “Well...with the sounds you were making, I think you’re getting close, yes. I’d encourage you to at least give it a try. But it’s your choice.” Sara smiled warmly, and Izzy thought for a moment, fingers laced underneath the bottom of her belly.

    “Uhm...sure, it’s alright. If it fills before I wanna get in, it can just wait.”

    “Alright. Hang tight, I’ll be right back.” Sara smiled and tossed her glove in the trashcan before padding away to the bathroom. They’d already discussed Izzy’s want to use the upstairs bathroom, normally reserved for guests. It had a big whirlpool tub in it, with lots of room to move around in.

    As Sara left, Izzy slowly sank onto the bed, sitting just on the edge and looking down at herself. After a moment, she carefully rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, trying to rest.

    After starting the tub running and making sure it was at a good temperature, Sara padded back down the stairs, taking a moment to check that the front door was safely locked and the shades were pulled before returning to the master bedroom. Seeing Izzy trying to rest, she smiled softly and approached her, smoothing back her hair and murmuring softly to her.

    “Hey mama. Tub is started. We can make our way upstairs after your next contraction so we have plenty of time...during this next one, I’d like to try some nipple stimulation, help get that water bag broken. Does that sound okay?”

    Izzy nodded slowly, her breathing even and gentle, and Sara smiled, stroking her shoulder. She did have tools in her bag to help break water, but she knew it made her patients uncomfortable, and preferred to use them only in an emergency situation. If she could get Izzy’s water bag to break naturally, she knew the laboring mom would progress much more comfortably.

    Before long, Izzy was grumbling uncomfortably and trying to sit up, and Sara took her by the elbow and helped her upright. Without any guidance, Izzy slid off the side of the bed into a deep squat, leaning her elbows back on the mattress and rolling her hips forward as she began to contract. “Hoooooo...ohhhh, oh wow…” she moaned, her head falling back.

    “Good, good job Izzy. That’s amazing, you’re doing so well. I’m gonna try some stimulation, okay?”

    “Hah...okay, okay…” mumbled Izzy in reply, and Sara quickly sat on the floor in front of the squatting mother to be, rubbing her hands together to warm them. After a moment of this, she leaned up and lovingly reached down the front of Izzy’s tank top, pulling her breasts free. With both hands, she began to pinch and gently pull at Izzy’s nipples, watching her face for her reaction.

    Izzy groaned as soon as Sara began her work, tilting her head to the side and grimacing. Her breasts were so sore, but she knew that this would help with the pressure. And, in fact, after the initial discomfort, it began to feel somewhat soothing, even paired with the increasing pressure in her pelvis. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she grunted softly as she exhaled, the sound growly and rumbly in her chest and throat. “Nnngh...nnnghrah.”

    “Lovely, lovely sounds, Izzy...that’s beautiful. Keep that up…”

    “Nnnnghaaah.” Izzy growled almost in reply, letting her hips roll back to a relaxed position. With her next grunt, she felt a bit of wetness drip out of herself, and her eyes popped open. “Ah-! Was that…”

    “No honey, that’s not your water, there’s far too little. You might’ve sprung a little leak, or it just could be you’re getting ready. Don’t lose your focus, work with that pressure, ok?”

    “Hmmmph. Hah. Okay…” Letting her eyes flutter closed again, Izzy took a deep breath and tried to will herself to relax, moving her knees a bit further apart.

    Sara watched her carefully as she kept up the nipple stimulation, trying not to pull or pinch too hard but knowing she needed to continue this work to help her water break.

    Unfortunately, by the time the contraction eased to a stop, there was no gush of fluid. Izzy groaned unhappily as she slowly pulled herself up to sit back on the edge of the bed. “Sara…”

    “I know. It’s alright.” Releasing her breasts, Sara very gently tucked them back inside her shirt, then held out both hands. “Cmon. Let’s go get you in that tub.”

    --

    With a big sigh, Izzy took Sara’s hands and heaved her heavy self to her feet, and the two padded/waddled their way down the hallway and to the stairs. Luckily, it was only half a flight, so not very many stairs at all.

    Wrapping one arm around Sara’s shoulders, Izzy centered herself and took a deep breath before starting up the first few steps, leaning hard on Sara. Without flinching, Sara supported her at every step, as if she’d done this all before. She kept one hand on the small of Izzy’s back, and the other on the banister.

    When they reached the second floor, Sara led the exhausted Izzy right to the bathroom, which was now filled with lovely warm air coming from the mostly filled tub. Without any hesitation, Izzy waddled over and leaned on the wall to climb into the deep whirlpool tub.

    Sara laughed as she jumped to try to help her, grabbing her elbow to help her sit down. “Oh wow, you really want in there, huh?”

    “Uh-huh…” Mumbled Izzy, sinking into the water and leaning back against the wall. “Hohhh….ohhh that feels so good…” Slowly, she let her legs stretch out and ran her hands up and down her belly, scooping water over her skin. She hadn’t even bothered to take off her tank top, and that fact didn’t matter to her at the moment.

    Sara kneeled down beside the tub and stuck one wrist under the still running water, feeling the temperature, before grabbing the flowered cup left on the side of the bath and scooping up some water to pour it over Izzy’s shoulders. “There...just relax, let the water help take off some of that pressure.”

    Izzy nodded and let her eyes drift closed, sinking down into the water as much as she could. The warm water felt so good on her tired muscles, and having the slight buoyancy made her feel lighter than she’d felt almost her whole pregnancy. However, her rest didn’t last long, as she was quickly taken over by her next sudden contraction. And with it…

    “Hgn-” She suddenly grunted, grabbing the edges of the tub and curling forward around her heaving belly. The water splashed a bit, and Sara leaned closer in a bit of surprise.

    “Izzy, are you pushing?”

    Izzy could only nod. The feeling had started during her last contraction, but had gotten stronger with the start of this one, and being in the water let her feel more secure about giving in to her urge. She almost couldn’t help it.

    “Alright! Good job, Izzy, good job. Take a deep breath for me, and do some of those deep grunty noises you were doing before. Don’t get dizzy holding your breath,” Sara coached softly but firmly, using one hand to stroke back Izzy’s hair.

    With a gasp, Izzy let go of her almost frantic push, taking a few big gulps of air to try to re center herself. Eyes opening, she stared down at her belly in front of her as she focused, then set her jaw and tried again, giving a deep, low grunt. “Hn-....hnnghaha.”

    “Beautiful, Izzy. Beautiful. Keep going as much as you want to.”

    Adjusting her hands on the sides of the tub, Izzy pulled herself to sit up a bit more, pulling her knees toward her chest in a butterfly as she gave another push. “Hgn-...ahhh.”

    She hissed out the last sound, her jaw open and relaxed. Sara reached into the tub and pulled the soaked shirt up off of her heaving belly, resting her hand on it and looking at Izzy. “Good, good job. Relax...nice, open, relaxed sounds…”

    The water splashed against the sides of the tub as Izzy leaned forward around her belly again, groaning deep in her chest. “Hnnnn….ghooooohhhh…!”

    Panting, she almost flopped back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed. “Hahh...hahh...oh god…”

    With a very soft touch, Sara leaned in and smoothed her hair back. “Contraction over?” At Izzy’s small nod, she continued in a gentle voice. “Can I check your progress again?”

    Izzy nodded again, and resettled her hips a bit, licking her lips and letting her head rest to the side. Sitting fully up on her knees, Sara leaned in and gently inserted her finger, looking thoughtful as she performed her exam. “You are doing amazingly, honey. That water bag is still really bulging out there, that’s why you feel so much intense pressure. I’d like it if we could keep going with the nipple stimulation, okay?” She slowly removed her hand, and Izzy nodded, panting softly.

    The next contraction came on very quickly after the last one, not giving Izzy much of a rest. With a soft moan, the laboring mother resettled her hips and grabbed the sides of the tub again, bracing one foot flat against the floor of the tub with her knee up and letting the other butterfly out. Sara leaned in and, as carefully as she could, freed Izzy’s breasts from her soaking wet top, beginning her gentle stimulation again. As she pulled and pinched her nipples, Izzy’s noises changed from moans to deep grunts, a perfect sound to Sara.

    “Hgn-....grahah. Ghn-...hahhh…!” Izzy all but growled, her hips rolling forward. She was the picture of determination, and she felt it too, rolling through her whole body. The pressure was immense, her pelvis felt full and heavy, but as Sara worked on her breasts and as she pushed, she didn’t feel helpless. She felt full of power and sensuality.

    One hand splashed into the water after a moment, cupping between her legs and pressing hard on her labia. She massaged herself as she leaned into another push, moaning loudly.

    “Goood, that’s beautiful, Izzy. You got this, mama.” Sara encouraged, unable to stop a smile from appearing on her face. She could tell that Izzy was struggling, but was also in control of her own power, and that was something she loved to see.

    The contraction seemed to last twice as long as they had before, and Izzy prayed to feel some sort of bulging or gush of fluid as she pushed. She pressed firmly against her vagina and labia, massaging her labia with the pads of her fingers as she grunted through another push. “Hgn-....ghaha!”

    Finally, she relaxed, and leaned back against the wall of the tub, head falling back. Sara didn’t stop her stimulation however, rolling both of Izzy’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. “Good job, Izzy. Good job. Do you feel anything?”

    “No...not yet…” Izzy panted back, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

    “That’s alright. Baby’s still in a good position, you’re nice and open...as long as it feels good to push, you push, okay?”

    Izz nodded, opening her eyes just a bit to give Sara a small, crooked smile. “That feels really good though…”

    “Good, I’m glad it does...I’ve done this for some parents that all but slapped me away when we tried it,” Sara laughed, giving her a big, warm smile. “But it seems like it’s working for you.”

    Izzy nodded, sighing deeply and looking down at her belly.

    The next contraction took her over not long afterward, and she was surprisingly quiet as it began. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes and growled as she curled around her belly, pulling her knee to her chest and pressing her fingers firmly against her vagina.

    Due to the position, Sara switched quickly from stimulating one breast to just one, easing up on her pressure some too. Still though, she remained close, listening and watching carefully as Izzy leaned into her pushes.

    After a moment, Izzy gave a very loud grunt, then squealed in happiness, her fingers parting around her vagina. “Ahh! Sara! I feel something! Oh my god!”

    Leaning in, Sara grinned as she saw what Izzy was feeling- a very small bulge of amniotic sac just peeking out of her opening. “Hey! You’re doing it, Izzy! Don’t let up, push as long as it feels good.” Quickly, she reached and turned off the water, then returned her hand to Izzy’s shoulder, just letting the new mom work.

    An almost delighted look on her face, Izzy pushed again, her jaw dropped to her chest and her eyelashes fluttering. “Ah-....hahhhh. Ahh-....hahhhhh.” She panted a bit as she explored her opening with the tips of her fingers, slightly shivering all over.

    “That’s it, honey...you got this. You got this.” Sara murmured, reaching down into the water to place her hand low on the curve of Izzy’s belly.

    Letting herself rest back against the wall, Izzy let her knees both butterfly outwards as she tried her best to relax. Her heart hammering excitedly in her chest, she continued to explore and massage her labia and opening, running her fingers over the tiny bulge of amniotic sac still visible.

    When she began to push with the next contraction, she groaned loudly in both effort and surprise as she felt the sac bulge against the pads of her fingers, then recede as she let go of her push. Bear down, the sac would bulge and push against her fingers, let go of her push, it would ease back in almost unbearably.

    “Gh-...ghahah!” Izzy cried out, her hips twitching unconsciously as she let go of another push. “Come on!” She almost sobbed, turning her head to the side.

    Sara leaned close and kissed her temple, stroking her hand down her shoulder. “Hey, hey. Easy, sweetheart. It’s alright. You got this. You’re doing this.”

    Scrunching her eyes shut tightly, Izzy turned her head toward Sara and leaned into her comforting presence, pulling one knee to her chest and giving one more big push before her contraction faded. “Hn-!” Her shoulders trembled as she held it, then slumped when she gasped for air and let go, panting. The bubble of sac remained bulged against her fingers much more than it had before, but still not enough for the exhausted mother to be.

    Opening her eyes, she looked up at Sara in almost a pleading way, panting softly. “It doesn’t feel good to push here anymore...I think I wanna get out...I wanna get out. I’m too hot and I can’t open my legs wide enough.”

    Blinking, Sara nodded and slowly got to her feet. “Okay sweetheart, where do you wanna go to? We gotta be careful, wherever we move to.”

    “Back to my bed. I need to be there.” A hand still firmly held between her legs, Izzy shifted and started to try to get up, and Sara cautioned her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

    “Hold on, hold on honey. That means stairs. Do you feel okay enough to go down those stairs?”

    Nodding, Izzy looked up at her and slowly pulled herself up to her knees. “I gotta, I can’t...I’m so hot and I need to be somewhere else.”

    Eyes softening, Sara paused only a moment before nodding, grabbing a towel off the bar and holding her arms out for her. “Alright. Careful, careful.”

    The water splashed around the tub as Izzy heaved herself to her feet, and, bowlegged, stepped out of the tub. As soon as she was out of the water and upright, it was very clear the bag of water was bulging out of her a significant amount. Sara took note as she wrapped the towel around Izzy’s hips, holding it at her waist. “Alright. Lean on me, sweetheart. Here we go.”

    Izzy threw a damp arm around Sara’s shoulders and held her belly with the other hand, groaning softly as the two began to make their slow way out of the bathroom and toward the stairs. When they reached the first step, Izzy paused, looking over at Sara. “I’m sorr to make so much trouble, I just…”

    Sara shook her head to stop her, giving her a soft smile. “Honey, I’ve helped parents deliver for quite a few years. This is normal and totally okay, okay? We just gotta take it super, super slow, and you need to hold on to the banister as well as me, ok?”

    Izzy nodded and gave a small smile, letting go of her belly to grab onto the banister. Taking a deep breath, the two began to slowly make their way down the stairs, Izzy taking one small step at a time with her knees uncomfortably bow-legged. She grunted softly as her hips shifted, her pelvis feeling incredibly heavy and awkward.

    Only a couple steps from the bottom, she suddenly groaned and bent her knees more, a contraction coming on with almost no warning. Sara held onto her, a hand pressed firmly against her hip and the other holding her arm around her shoulders. “It’s alright, it’s alright. Take a deep breath. Keep one foot on this stair, open up with the other foot down. Okay?”

    Doing as she was told, Izzy quickly let her foot settle down onto the stair below, and gripped the banister as hard as she could as she bent her knees, leaning into the immense pressure building in her pelvis. “Nnnngh...oh god that feels so weeeeird!” She moaned, and Sara laughed, rubbing her hip firmly with one hand.

    “Give a push if you want, I’ve got you. You're not going anywhere.” the midwife said through her smile, hugging Izzy close.

    Shifting her weight a little bit, Izzy grunted as she gave a small push, almost unable to stop herself. “Hgn-...ghhah. Hgn!” She bowed her head and pushed as hard as she dared, then groaned in surprise and let go of Sara to shove her hand under the towel and between her legs. “Ohhhhh ohhh my god. Oh my god it’s like a big bubble!” She moaned, and Sara couldn’t help but giggle.

    “Yep, that’s exactly what it’s like. Can we keep walking?”

    Izzy shook her head, blowing out her air and waiting for the contraction to ease. Taking a few deep, deep breaths, she finally relaxed, bending her knees a bit as she explored the protruding bubble of sac with her fingertips. “Oh my god. Ohhhhhh.” With a deep sigh, she finally stood up straight and let go of herself, putting her arm back around Sara’s shoulders. “Okay...okay, let’s go…”

    The two carefully made their way down to the bottom of the stairs and directly to Izzy’s bedroom. Sara guided her to her bed, and Izzy immediately planted her hands on her mattress and dropped into a deep squat, huffing and putting her hand right back between her legs to cradle the soft bubble emerging from her vagina.

    Sara gently took the towel from around her hips and set it on the floor, tucking it around and under her legs. “That’s it, Izzy...take your time, there’s no rush. We’re all good, ok?”

    Nodding, Izzy folded her arm and rested her head in the crook of her elbow, heaving a huge sigh.

    Not long after she had settled, though, Sara’s attention was caught by Izzy, still completely still with her hand between her legs and head resting on her elbow, giving a deep, guttural grunt. Right away, Sara snuggled close, leaning down to peer between her legs. The amniotic sac was bulged almost to the size of an egg in Izzy’s fingers.

    Izzy groaned deeply, parting her fingers to either side of the opening and bearing down. As she did, with no warning, the sac burst, splashing clear fluid all over the towel and her fingers. The laboring mom cried out in relief, her head falling back. “Ohhh! Ohhhh my god that felt so good! Holy shit!”

    Sara laughed, rubbing her back with one hand. “Good job, Izzy, good job! Push when you need to, don’t let up.”

    Catching her breath for a moment, Izzy leaned hard on her elbow and groaned as she pushed again, scrunching up her eyes. “Hgn-”

    Surprisingly, when Sara leaned down to take another peek, she was met with the unmistakable sight of Izzy’s vagina bulging into a teardrop shape, the baby’s head already at her opening.

    “I see a head!” She called out in joy, and Izzy gasped for breath, her trembling fingers touching her opening.

    “Ghhhaaaa...I can feel it...mmph!” Rolling her hips, she almost feverishly gave another push, bowing her head forward.

    Just as Sara had guessed, the bulge of the amniotic sac had been holding back the progress of the baby coming down, because as Izzy pushed, it was clear this baby was ready to be born. With each grunt, more of the baby’s head became visible, until Izzy was able to hold the crown of her baby’s head in her palm. The exhausted mom gasped for breath, a huge smile on her face. “Oh my god….oh my god!”

    “That’s it, Izzy honey! You got this. That’s your baby right there. Only a couple more pushes.”

    Encouraged by the feel of her baby’s head, Izzy inhaled deeply and gave another hard grunt, then yelped as her baby’s head popped free into her waiting hand. “Ahh! Oh holy shit! Hi baby!” She panted, and Sara beamed, smoothing her hair back and kissing her temple.

    “Rest for a second, honey. Take some nice deep breaths.”

    Izzy leaned over into Sara’s comforting presence, her eyes softly closed and the smile still on her face as she tried to catch her breath. She explored her baby’s tiny features with her fingertips, stroking on either side of their neck to check for a cord. When she didn’t feel any sign of one, she sighed deeply and relaxed even more, murmuring to Sara. “Neck feels clear, I don’t...feel a cord.”

    Smiling, Sara nodded and rubbed her back with one hand. “Excellent...You just push whenever you’re ready, and have yourself a baby. You wanna catch them, or you want me to be ready?”

    “Ngh...you should...be ready…” Izzy murmured, sitting back up straight and letting go of her baby to lean both elbows on the side of her bed. She took a few deep breaths as Sara readied herself, listening to her midwife pull a receiving towel out of her magical duffel bag and waiting until she felt her presence back at her side. When she heard Sara’s comforting voice again, letting her know she could push whenever she was ready, she nodded, bowing her head forward and settling her hips.

    Taking a big inhale, she moaned deep in her chest and sank into the pressure of her contraction as she pushed, shivering a little as she felt the shoulders shift inside her.

    “Hgn-”

    With one more small grunt, her new baby suddenly slipped free of her and right into Sara’s waiting hands, the room right away filling with the sounds of gurgly crying and Izzy’s joyous laughter. She’d done it, she’d had her baby on her own terms, safely and ecstatically at home. Absolutely overwhelmed with happiness and joy, Izzy immediately reached down between her legs and took her baby as Sara passed her new daughter up to her. Cuddling her to her chest, she kissed her tiny daughter all over the face and sighed in happiness, looking over at Sara with a beaming grin on her face.

    There was nothing she was more thankful for.

    -

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    A Thanksgiving Special Delivery

    Thanks again to my lovely friend @pistachioi for this prompt! It was a delight to write. I hope you enjoy, and happy pushing~

    She was so restless. It felt like hours that she had paced around her house doing various nesting activities...doing laundry, folding the clean clothes, rearranging the baby clothes in the dresser for the thousandth time. She almost couldn’t help it.

    Isabel (Izzy, to her friends) had been having contractions on and off all day long. Since earlier in the week she had a humiliating false labor scare, she was making herself wait this time to call her midwife, to make sure she wouldn’t have to rush over to her place for nothing...again.

    Pausing as she attempted to fold the towels coming out of the dryer, Izzy planted her hands on the top of the washer and dryer and bowed her head, breathing out slowly as another contraction took hold of her belly. She honestly couldn’t wait to have this baby, she’d been preparing both mentally and physically. She’d read every book, attended classes, and had multiple consultations with her lovely midwife Sara. She wanted her labor to be as gentle as possible, at home, with no restrictions and no stress. So then...why did she feel so restless?

    Puffing her cheeks, Izzy shifted her hips a little bit and closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. It was because of the false labor scare she’d had. It had made her panic. The first contraction she had, she’d called Sara, who came rushing over. After only a couple of hours though, the contractions (which were far apart anyway) had completely stopped, leaving just a very tired, still-pregnant mom in their wake. Sara had been incredibly sweet about it, giving her perineum massage to help her open up, and reassuring her this meant that ‘go time’ wasn’t too far away.

    But in the week following, Izzy had begun overthinking every little twinge, every too-hard kick, every gas bubble. And even now, when she was having constant contractions, she was doubting what she was feeling.

    As the contraction slowed to a stop and her belly softened again, Izzy blew out her breath and straightened back up, one hand on the small of her back. “Oof…” she mumbled to herself, looking down at her huge mound of a belly before slowly going back to folding the towels. If the contractions kept up for another hour, she’d call Sara. Maybe that would mean this was actually the real thing. Really honestly ‘go time’.

    Picking up the basket carefully, Izzy waddled to the bathroom as carefully as she could, sorting the towels into the closet and putting away the basket before waddling back into her living room. Stepping up to her window, she looked out into her front yard, both hands planted on the small of her back and swaying her hips back and forth a bit. It was a really beautiful evening, she could smell her neighbors cooking something. There appeared to be a few more cars in the neighborhood than usual, she couldn’t think what for. But there were lovely orange and red leaves all over the ground, only a few clinging onto the trees, and fluffy clouds in the sky. She watched as a breeze blew through, then grimaced as yet another contraction seized her.

    “Ngh. Oof…” Izzy groaned, bowing her head and rocking her hips side to side a bit more firmly. Closing her eyes, she pulled her hands down her hips to cradle the bottom of her heavy belly, holding it tightly in her palms as she waited for the contraction to pass. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she exhaled through pursed lips, just like she was taught, shifting her weight from foot to foot to combat the intensity of the wave.

    When the contraction peaked, Izzy let out a soft grunt and leaned her elbow against her window, leaning her head on her arm and panting softly. Something in the back of her head told her she should back up or the neighbors would stare, but she couldn’t make herself move. All she could focus on was the wave of pressure rolling through her belly and hips.

    After what felt like an eternity, the contraction finally let go, and Izzy heaved a big sigh, standing up fully. She quickly stepped back from the window, pushing her hair out of her face as she drew the curtains. She would miss the natural light, but she didn’t want any of her neighbors to peek in on her and see her clearly in labor in her living room.

    With a soft sigh, Izzy quietly waddled to her laptop and turned on one of her calming playlists, then moved down the hallway to her bedroom to change clothes. She needed more comfort, something softer and easier to move in. Pulling her shirt and bra off, she carelessly tossed them in the closet, cupping her sore and heavy breasts in both hands as she scanned through her dresser. Finally she pulled out a soft tank top and a pair of stretchy yoga pants.

    Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled on the top first, then started the hard work of getting her other pants off and the yoga pants on. Wiggling around her heavy belly, she bit her lip as she finally kicked the fleece pjama pants off, then began to pull on the stretchy pants. After only a moment though, she became aware another contraction was starting, and groaned unhappily, flopping back on her back on the bed.

    “Agh!” She groaned softly, grabbing her belly in both hands and shutting her eyes. Laying down, all the sensation was in her back, and it felt like gravity was working against her. But at the moment it was all she could work with, so she tried to concentrate on breathing through the wave of strong sensation. In through her nose, out through pursed lips. In through her nose, and out-

    “Ohhhhh!” She groaned unhappily, arching her hips a little bit. “Oh ow, ow ow ow!” She whimpered, rolling onto her side and gripping at her belly. “Ahh...hah...hahh…” With a few hard pants, she gritted her teeth and rolled fully over, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, pants still around her ankles. “Ahhh….”

    As soon as she was off her back, the tension there eased, and feeling gravity pulling the right direction felt so much better. A small smile flickered across Izzy’s face as she resettled her knees on the edge of the bed, shifting them apart a little bit. “Oh wow...okay...okay.” She panted softly, then bowed her head as the contraction reached its peak.

    She was able to breathe much more easily, focusing on the method she had been using before. In through the nose, out through pursed lips or puffed cheeks. Slowly, as the contraction began to fade, Izzy leaned down on one elbow and slid her hand up between her legs, resting her hand on her vagina. She didn’t feel any sort of bulging or even any wetness from her fluids, but it felt good to have some sort of counterpressure there. She sighed deeply and tried to rest her head down on her folded arm, catching her breath.

    She found her eyes slipping closed, and let herself fall still as the contraction finally eased. Her breathing slipping back into a steady rhythm, she grumbled softly to herself as she pulled her arm back up and folded it with the other under her head, just resting in her position. She willed herself to relax, trying not to think too much and just let her mind wander.

    She had been so focused on preparing...preparing for the baby, for labor, for whatever was coming next. There was something else tickling the back of her mind too, but she couldn’t put a finger on exactly what it could be. Her labor had pushed everything else out of its way, especially after her scare.

    After a few quiet moments of rest, Izzy shifted and slowly rolled back over to a sitting position, sighing and looking down at her big belly. Taking a deep breath, she wiggled and finally managed to pull up her yoga pants, then scooted back on the bed and got back up on her knees, leaning her elbows on her footboard and resting her head on her folded arms.

    She could feel her belly resting on her thighs as she sat back on her heels, and that made her smile. She would honestly miss being pregnant. Some people were miserable, she was aware, but even with morning sickness and soreness, she found herself loving every minute. She loved her belly, she loved the baby kicking, and she loved how strong and sexy she felt.

    That’s one reason she had been attracted to Sara as a midwife. She advertised herself as very hands on, very birther oriented, and focused on a gentle, grounded, happy birth, whatever that looked like for the person in labor. Those were all things she had been looking for.

    Sara. Should she call her yet? The thought flew across her mind, and was quickly pushed out by an impending contraction. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Izzy readied herself, spreading her knees apart a bit and leaning into the footboard of her bed for support.

    “Ohhhh…” she found herself softly moaning as the contraction took hold of her, without even realizing she was making noise. “Ohhh...ohhh wow…” she mumbled, turning her head to the other side and panting a few soft breaths. The intensity was overwhelming, but it also felt...strangely good.

    Unfolding her arms, Izzy quickly slid one hand between her legs, feeling the heat pouring off of her. She pressed her hand tightly against her vagina through her soft pants, rubbing a bit and applying a soft pressure.

    “Mmmm...ahhhh…” she moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she gently began to rock her hips against her hand. As the contraction built in intensity, she focused more on her breathing and the pressure of her hand, but it was difficult to do.

    “Ahhh...hah...ohhhhh-hohhhh…!” She moaned a bit louder, then groaned and flopped back down against the headboard tiredly as the contraction let go. Keeping her hand between her legs, she tried to catch her breath, huffing. Things were definitely moving along, but she didn’t have any idea how fast, or what she needed to feel for or keep an eye on. Maybe it was time to call the midwife.

    --

    It took Izzy a bit of time to peel herself up from her position and reach her phone, which had been discarded on the bedside table when she changed clothes. Quickly pressing the speed dial, she tucked the phone to her ear, keeping her other hand pressed softly between her legs. As she waited for an answer, she rocked her hips side to side a little bit, biting her lip at the stimulation.

    It ook a few rings for her to answer, but soon enough came the calm, lovely voice of her midwife.

    “Hello?”

    “H-Hey Sara. It’s Izzy.”

    “Izzy! Hi sweetheart, happy Thanksgiving!”

    Thanksgiving. That’s what had been itching at the back of her mind. Was she seriously in labor on Thanksgiving? Would Sara even be able to come over and help her?

    “Oh! Uh...happy Thanksgiving to you too. Uhm…” She trailed off, taking a small breath through her nose as she tried to gather herself.

    The background noise of chattering grew softer as Sara moved to another room. “Izzy honey? Is there something going on?”

    “Huh? Oh yeah, uhm. I think I’m in labor. For real this time.”

    “Oh! That’s so exciting! Okay, how far apart are your contractions?”

    “I...I don’t know, I haven’t been able to time them. Not long, though. And they’re getting more intense. I think I had my first few contractions around like...ten this morning?”

    “Oh goodness. Okay. Well, would you like me to come over?”

    “I’m not taking you away from family, am I?” Izzy frowned a little, glancing at her bedroom window. The sun was on its way down, but there was still plenty of light outside, and there would be for a while, she expected. She couldn’t tell what time it was, though, not without checking her phone.

    Sara laughed, a pleasant and warm sound. “Oh sweetheart. I’d love nothing more than to come help you add to your family. Give me a few minutes and I'll be right there, okay? Do you want me to bring you some food?” There was a smile in her voice, which made Izzy relax and smile a little bit too.

    “Uh...no thank you, I don’t think I could eat right now…” She closed her eyes again and inhaled, feeling another contraction coming on.

    “Okay Miss Mama. I’ll be there in two shakes, you just keep doing that breathing we talked about and stay comfy, ok? Is your front door open?”

    “Nn-nn.” Izzy grunted, bowing her head and pressing the phone tighter to her ear as the contraction fully began. “Uh. Flowerpot. By the door. Hahhh.”

    “Gotcha. Now hang up and concentrate, ok? Listen to your body and that baby, and I’ll be right there.”

    Izzy wasted no time doing what she was told, clicking ‘End Call’ and dropping the phone onto the bed like it was a hot rock. Gripping onto the footboard, she bowed her head and sat up on her knees a little bit, gritting her teeth. This one was a bit more intense than the last one had been, or at least it felt that way. Rocking her hips forward, she struggled to rub and press between her legs as she tried to catch her breath.

    “Whoooo...hoooo...hahhh…” she moaned softly, her eyelashes fluttering a bit. Her brain felt fuzzy, all caught up in the amazing sensations rolling through her body. Puffing her cheeks, she finally gave up on trying to give herself counterpressure and grabbed onto the footboard with her other hand, sitting up on her knees and rolling her hips in big circles. The motion definitely helped, and she bowed her head and gave soft, rumbly groans as she moved around.

    When the contraction finally let go, she rested back on her heels again, rubbing her belly and letting out a big sigh. She and Sara had discussed a few options surrounding her birth. She had definitely wanted to use her tub around transition and pushing, and possibly have her baby in the water. She had considered buying a birth ball but hadn’t gotten around to it, what with everything else on her mind. She and Sara had talked about positions, best ways to push, and what Izzy ultimately wanted for her birth. It felt reassuring to have all those discussions in place, but now that the time was here she wasn’t sure what was going to happen next.

    --

    When Sara arrived to Izzy’s house, she quickly rushed up the front porch steps, duffel bag over one shoulder and casserole dish in the other hand. Searching around for a moment, she quickly found the spare key underneath the flowerpot next to the door, and let herself in.

    The first thing she heard was the soft classical music. The second thing she heard were very clear moans coming from the bedroom, and she couldn’t help but smile to herself. This mama was definitely having a baby. Quickly taking a detour to the kitchen to drop off the plate she brought in the fridge, she hurried back into the bedroom.

    She was met with the sight of Izzy kneeling on her bed, gripping the footboard with her head bowed forward and trying her best to moan her way through her contraction. The new mom’s forehead was beaded with sweat, and she rolled her hips almost fitfully back and forth.

    Right away Sara went to her side, rubbing big slow circles on her back and snuggling close to her. “Hey Izzy, I’m here, I gotcha. Deep breath in…”

    Almost melting into Sara’s touch, Izzy took a deep breath as she was guided to, reaching over one hand and resting it hard on Sara’s thigh. Sara smiled and put her hand over hers. “And...out...slow, slow…nice, low sounds.”

    “Oooooh…” moaned Izzy softly, and Sara smiled even bigger.

    “Good, good job Izzy...Big breath in…”

    Resettling her hips, Izzy did, taking a big breath in through her nose and leaning a little bit further into Sara. Sara supported her easily, pressing her palm to her back and stroking the back of her hand with her thumb. “Good, that’s excellent...and out…”

    Puffing her cheeks, Izzy let out her breath as slowly as she could, then sighed and dropped her head forward, relaxing. “Hahh…”

    Sara let her rest, rubbing her back, and it wasn;t long before the laboring mom opened her eyes and gave her midwife a weak little sideways smile. “Hi.”

    Sara laughed softly, lifting her hand from her back and stroking her sweaty forehead. “Hi sweetheart. That was a good one, huh?”

    “Yeah.” Izzy sighed and closed her eyes, licking her lips a little bit. “They’ve been...pretty intense.”

    “That’s good, that’s a good sign. Your baby wants to be here with you!” Sara smiled warmly and cupped Izzy’s cheek. “Let’s talk for a minute while you rest, ok? Is this position good for you? Have you tried anything else since you started labor?”

    Izzy nodded weakly, leaning her head on Sara’s shoulder. “Yeah, yeah I....I’ve been restless all day long. I did some laundry, unloaded the dishes...I just felt like walking in circles. When I came back in here to change clothes, I...I ended up on my back when one started, and that was like hell.”

    Sara nodded and listened carefully, still rubbing her back in slow circles.

    Izzy took a breath, exhaling slowly, then continued. “When I got up, it felt way, way better. I’ve been...trying to do counterpressure, but it’s so hard with this big belly…”

    Sara laughed softly and gave her hand a little squeeze. “It sounds to me like you’re doing super well. I’m so proud of you. Want me to check your progress before you have another contraction?”

    At her nod, Sara gently pulled back and went to fetch her gloves. Shifting her knees a bit more apart, Izzy opened her eyes to watch her, her brow furrowed. “Do I need to lay down for it?”

    Sara shook her head as she pulled on her glove, returning to the edge of the bed. “Nope, not if you don’t want to. You just stay right there, nice and open for me. Ready?”

    Izzy nodded and closed her eyes, helping Sara pull her yoga pants down around her hips.

    Sara carefully eased her hand inside her pants and inserted her finger carefully inside, her other hand placed warmly on Izzy’s belly. “Good news honey, you’re at a solid six. You’re doing amazing.”

    “Six? Holy shit. This really is it.” Izzy opened her eyes and looked down at Sara in amazement as she pulled off her glove.

    Her midwife grinned back at her, nodding. “This ain’t no false alarm!” She teased, giggling and sitting back down next to her. “Do you wanna stay like this, or try a new position?”

    “Uh. I don’t know what to try.”

    “Oh, there’s all sorts of things. You can stand and lean on me, squat by the edge of the bed, sit on the edge of the bed…” Sara shrugged a shoulder, giving her belly a soft little pat.

    Izzy thought for a minute, shifting her weight. “Uhm...let’s try sitting on the edge...that might be good…”

    “Alright.”

    Sara gently took her hands and helped Izzy change positions, then settled down next to her on the bed with her hand on her thigh. “Oh! I forgot to ask! Has your water broken at all? I know you said you changed clothes…”

    “No, I was just hot...it hasn’t broken, I haven’t felt a gush or anything.” Izzy shook her head, then grimaced slightly as she felt her next contraction gearing up.

    Sara nodded, then scooted a little closer. “Do you want me to give you counterpressure?”

    Izzy nodded, inhaling sharply and scrunching up her eyes. “Ngh. Yes...god yes, please.”

    Right away, Sara carefully slid her hand between Izzy’s open legs and pressed in, rubbing her through her pants and massaging her labia just as she had done in their sessions together. As soon as Izzy felt the pressure of Sara’s hand, she melted into a deep moan, leaning back on her hands and letting her head fall back. She opened her legs a bit more as she did so, her eyelashes fluttering.

    “Ohhh...hohhhhh...mmmm…” She hummed softly, taking a deep breath afterward. “Mmmm…” With the addition of not only Sara’s lovely touch and support against her labia, but just her presence nearby, she felt like she could finally relax, and let what was happening happen.

    Leaning over a little bit, Izzy rested her head on Sara’s shoulder, taking deep breaths and trying to focus on the feeling of Sara’s touch between her legs. She was only at a six, so she knew in the back of her mind that she still had a ways to go, but even so, her heart fluttered a bit in excitement. She couldn’t wait to push, she couldn’t wait to finally be able to meet her baby that she’d been waiting for. Taking a deep breath, she softly moaned it out, nuzzling her face against Sara’s shoulder.

    Sara smiled, lifting her other hand and gently stroking Izzy’s hair back from her forehead. “That’s it, good job...you really are doing so, so well. You’ll have your baby in no time. Keep those sounds going, nice and low in your chest.”

    Inhaling, Izzy moaned again, her voice rumbling in her chest. “Ohhhhh...hohhhhh…” She shifted her hips uncomfortably as the contraction rose to a peak, her nose wrinkling. “Ahh…” she hissed, and Sara hugged her a little closer.

    “Gooood, good job mama...almost done.” Increasing her pressure between her legs, Sara rocked side to side gently with the laboring mom, holding her close around her waist.

    Once the contraction let up, Izzy slowly sat back up off of Sara’s shoulder and opened her eyes, pushing her hair out of her face. “Oof. I dunno if this position is any good either.”

    “Not upright enough?”

    “Yeah, the pressure feels...wrong.”

    “Okay. We can try a deep squat by the bed, or you can hang off my shoulders if you’d like. Standing will be a bit harder for me to give you that counterpressure, though.”

    Izzy sighed softly as she thought about it, shifting her hips side to side and putting a hand to her belly. “Mm. Let’s try standing...that sounds kind of nice right now.”

    “Okay.” With a warm smile, Sara stood and gently helped Izzy off the bed. Smiling at her gentle and comforting midwife, Izzy right away wrapped her arms around Sara’s shoulders and rested her head down, closing her eyes. Sara rested her arms around Izzy’s waist and rubbed her back soothingly with both hands, swaying gently back and forth. After a moment of silence, she turned her head and spoke softly into her ear.

    “By the way, I brought you over a plate from my house. Turkey, stuffing, and some green bean casserole. It’s in the fridge. Once we get baby out and safe, I’ll warm it up for you so you can eat.”

    Izzy giggled softly, smiling. “Sara...you didn’t have to do that.”

    “I know I didn’t have to, I wanted to. The turkey might be a little dry, it was my partner’s first time making it. But it should be okay anyway.”

    Izzy laughed and shifted her weight a bit, moving her legs a bit closer together so she was moving her hips more as they swayed. “Turkeys are hard to cook...did you have many people over?”

    “A few friends. Don’t worry, they all knew I was likely to get called out. They just expect some squishy baby photos when we’re all done.” There was a smile in Sara’s voice, and she slid a hand across Izzy’s hip to pat her belly. Izzy couldn’t help but laugh again, giving Sara a little squeeze.

    “I think that’s fair.”

    The two of them settled into another comfortable silence, Izzy taking a few focused, deep breaths. After a few moments, she tightened her grip on Sara, stiffening up. “Hohhh...okay, here it comes…”

    “Alright sweetheart. You lean on me or hang off my shoulders as much as you need to. I can take it. Remember those nice deep breaths.”

    Wrinkling her nose, Izzy tried to focus on her words and the feeling of gravity tugging on her heavy belly, but the pressure quickly became overwhelming. She cried out in a soft whimper, gripping onto Sara hard, and Sara turned her head to press her lips against Izzy’s forehead, massaging her hips with the heels of both hands.

    “Bend your knees, honey. Lean into that pressure. I’ve got you.”

    Whimpering softly, Izzy slowly did as she was told, locking her elbows around Sara’s shoulders and slowly lowering into a semi-squat. She spread her knees as far apart as she dared, her pants stretching easily even as they rolled down off of her belly.

    True to her word, Sara supported her easily, standing solid as a rock and holding her under her arms. A slightly louder moan escaped Izzy as she hung there, arching her back and trying to focus on her breathing.

    “Ohhh...hohhh…nnngh-” she grunted softly. In all honesty, her back being stretched like this felt heavenly, and so did the pressure shifting from her belly and more into her hips and pelvis. She felt like she could feel more this way, and was actively working with her contractions instead of being pushed around by them.

    “Good noises, Izzy, that’s lovely…” Murmured Sara, holding her steady. She never took her eyes off of her, peering down at her as she held her close to her. Izzy took that coaching to be a good sign and grunted a little bit more, even a little louder as the contraction rose to a peak.

    “Nnngh. Mmph. Hahhh. Hah-” It wasn’t exactly a pushy feeling, but more an increase in the pressure she’d already been feeling. The grunts helped her feel like a participant, her belly pulsing softly with each noise.

    When the contraction finally eased, Izzy slowly stood up and buried her face right in Sara’s shoulder, tring to catch her breath. Sara smiled and went right back to swaying softly with her, rubbing her back in big circles with one hand and resting the other on her belly. “Good, good job Izzy. That was a rough one, huh? How did that squat feel?”

    “Good…” murmured the tired laboring mom, her eyes remaining softly closed. “Super good…”

    “Excellent. We’ll stay right here then. and you can keep that up.” Sara turned her head to gently kiss her temple again. “Those noises are perfect, nice low grunts like that are excellent work. I think you’re moving along really nicely.”

    “Could you...check me?” Izzy murmured after a moment, and Sara nodded, patting her hip.

    “Absolutely. Let’s get these pants off, okay?”

    “Okay…” Slowly pulling back from Sara, Izzy opened her eyes halfway and began tugging at her pants, and Sara helped her ease them down and supported her arm as she stepped out of them.

    “Okay...lean on me, and spread just a bit for me…” Sara murmured gently, squatting down herself. Izzy grimaced and leaned on one of Sara’s shoulders to arch one leg up onto her toes and spread her knees apart.

    Sara carefully eased her finger inside to check, looking thoughtful as she felt around as gently as possible. “Hm...sweetheart, I think you’re already at 7 and a half, approaching an 8. But your water bag is definitely bulging out quite a bit. That’s why you had that increase of pressure once you got on your feet.” Smiling, Sara gently helped Izzy stand back upright, cupping her cheek with her hand and looking into her eyes. “You’re doing it. You really are. Let’s stay here for a couple more contractions, see if that water bag doesn’t break, then we’ll try some other things, ok?”

    “Okay…” Izzy breathed, nodding and looking back into Sara’s eyes. “That’s...that’s okay, right? That my waters haven’t broken?”

    “Oh, it’s absolutely fine honey! Just means you’ll have an increase of pressure until it does, which will likely be a bit uncomfortable. But I’m right here to help you through it, ok?” Sara smiled, stroking her cheek with her thumb. “And when you feel like you want to get in the tub, I’ll go run it for you and we can get you right in, ok? I know you wanted to start your pushing there at least.”

    Izzy nodded a bit more firmly, putting one hand to her belly and rubbing a bit down low. “Yes, I definitely wanna push in the water.”

    “Okay. We’ll make that happen.” Sara nodded too, then pulled her into a hug. “C’mere, mama. You’re doing so well.”

    Izzy sighed deeply and relaxed into the hug, snuggling her head onto Sara’s shoulder and letting her eyes fall closed. Rubbing Izzy’s back, Sara began to sway them back and forth again, keeping her breathing slow and steady so Izzy could hear it and match up with her.

    The two rocked back and forth in the center of the room for a few quiet moments, holding onto each other. Sara glanced out the window and saw that the sun had finally set, the light outside a gentle twilight purple. Smiling to herself, she drew her palms up Izzy’s back, then slowly down and around to her hips, rubbing with the heels of her hands. This drew a small, contented moan from her companion, so she smiled and did it again, increasing her pressure a bit when she approached her hips.

    It felt heavenly to Izzy, and she all but melted against Sara’s cozy, soft frame. Swaying her hips gently side to side, she almost didn’t notice the signs that she was about to have another contraction. When it hit her, she grunted suddenly, then inhaled deeply and immediately bent her knees, grabbing Sara’s shoulders and dropping into her deep squat.

    Sara caught her easily, leaning back a little and holding Izzy securely under her arms. “Good job, that’s it, mama. Work with that pressure, don’t run from it.”

    “Nngh.” Izzy grunted in response, her brow furrowed and jaw set tight. The pressure was definitely getting worse, and she clung to Sara tightly as she tried to resettle her hips. Blowing air sharply out through puffed cheeks, she sucked in another breath quickly and moaned, bowing her head against Sara and scrunching her eyes shut tightly.

    “Good job. Find a position that works, I’ve gotcha.” Sara encouraged in a soft voice, and Izzy grumbled as she tried to roll and resettle her hips. If she focused hard on the intense pressure, it was almost like she could feel the bulge of her water bag that Sara had talked about, and it was such an odd feeling of discomfort.

    Falling still, Izzy took in another slow, deep breath and tried to relax, moaning deep in her chest as she exhaled. “Ohhhhhhh…” She held the sound for as long as she could before inhaling again and going right back to the soothing, low intoning. “Hhooooooohhhhh….”

    --

    During the next few contractions, no progress was made on getting Izzy’s water to break. Sara checked her again after her latest one, which Izzy had said felt longer to her, and found that the water bag was bulging out significantly more than before, but there was no other type of progress made. Standing up, Sara pulled off her glove and took Izzy’s hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

    “Alright mama. I’d like to, if it’s alright, get the water started for your tub, and while we wait for that, try some things to get that water to break for you.”

    Izzy nodded, looking back at Sara and wiping her wrist across her sweaty forehead. “You think it’s time for the tub already?”

    “Well...with the sounds you were making, I think you’re getting close, yes. I’d encourage you to at least give it a try. But it’s your choice.” Sara smiled warmly, and Izzy thought for a moment, fingers laced underneath the bottom of her belly.

    “Uhm...sure, it’s alright. If it fills before I wanna get in, it can just wait.”

    “Alright. Hang tight, I’ll be right back.” Sara smiled and tossed her glove in the trashcan before padding away to the bathroom. They’d already discussed Izzy’s want to use the upstairs bathroom, normally reserved for guests. It had a big whirlpool tub in it, with lots of room to move around in.

    As Sara left, Izzy slowly sank onto the bed, sitting just on the edge and looking down at herself. After a moment, she carefully rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, trying to rest.

    After starting the tub running and making sure it was at a good temperature, Sara padded back down the stairs, taking a moment to check that the front door was safely locked and the shades were pulled before returning to the master bedroom. Seeing Izzy trying to rest, she smiled softly and approached her, smoothing back her hair and murmuring softly to her.

    “Hey mama. Tub is started. We can make our way upstairs after your next contraction so we have plenty of time...during this next one, I’d like to try some nipple stimulation, help get that water bag broken. Does that sound okay?”

    Izzy nodded slowly, her breathing even and gentle, and Sara smiled, stroking her shoulder. She did have tools in her bag to help break water, but she knew it made her patients uncomfortable, and preferred to use them only in an emergency situation. If she could get Izzy’s water bag to break naturally, she knew the laboring mom would progress much more comfortably.

    Before long, Izzy was grumbling uncomfortably and trying to sit up, and Sara took her by the elbow and helped her upright. Without any guidance, Izzy slid off the side of the bed into a deep squat, leaning her elbows back on the mattress and rolling her hips forward as she began to contract. “Hoooooo...ohhhh, oh wow…” she moaned, her head falling back.

    “Good, good job Izzy. That’s amazing, you’re doing so well. I’m gonna try some stimulation, okay?”

    “Hah...okay, okay…” mumbled Izzy in reply, and Sara quickly sat on the floor in front of the squatting mother to be, rubbing her hands together to warm them. After a moment of this, she leaned up and lovingly reached down the front of Izzy’s tank top, pulling her breasts free. With both hands, she began to pinch and gently pull at Izzy’s nipples, watching her face for her reaction.

    Izzy groaned as soon as Sara began her work, tilting her head to the side and grimacing. Her breasts were so sore, but she knew that this would help with the pressure. And, in fact, after the initial discomfort, it began to feel somewhat soothing, even paired with the increasing pressure in her pelvis. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she grunted softly as she exhaled, the sound growly and rumbly in her chest and throat. “Nnngh...nnnghrah.”

    “Lovely, lovely sounds, Izzy...that’s beautiful. Keep that up…”

    “Nnnnghaaah.” Izzy growled almost in reply, letting her hips roll back to a relaxed position. With her next grunt, she felt a bit of wetness drip out of herself, and her eyes popped open. “Ah-! Was that…”

    “No honey, that’s not your water, there’s far too little. You might’ve sprung a little leak, or it just could be you’re getting ready. Don’t lose your focus, work with that pressure, ok?”

    “Hmmmph. Hah. Okay…” Letting her eyes flutter closed again, Izzy took a deep breath and tried to will herself to relax, moving her knees a bit further apart.

    Sara watched her carefully as she kept up the nipple stimulation, trying not to pull or pinch too hard but knowing she needed to continue this work to help her water break.

    Unfortunately, by the time the contraction eased to a stop, there was no gush of fluid. Izzy groaned unhappily as she slowly pulled herself up to sit back on the edge of the bed. “Sara…”

    “I know. It’s alright.” Releasing her breasts, Sara very gently tucked them back inside her shirt, then held out both hands. “Cmon. Let’s go get you in that tub.”

    --

    With a big sigh, Izzy took Sara’s hands and heaved her heavy self to her feet, and the two padded/waddled their way down the hallway and to the stairs. Luckily, it was only half a flight, so not very many stairs at all.

    Wrapping one arm around Sara’s shoulders, Izzy centered herself and took a deep breath before starting up the first few steps, leaning hard on Sara. Without flinching, Sara supported her at every step, as if she’d done this all before. She kept one hand on the small of Izzy’s back, and the other on the banister.

    When they reached the second floor, Sara led the exhausted Izzy right to the bathroom, which was now filled with lovely warm air coming from the mostly filled tub. Without any hesitation, Izzy waddled over and leaned on the wall to climb into the deep whirlpool tub.

    Sara laughed as she jumped to try to help her, grabbing her elbow to help her sit down. “Oh wow, you really want in there, huh?”

    “Uh-huh…” Mumbled Izzy, sinking into the water and leaning back against the wall. “Hohhh….ohhh that feels so good…” Slowly, she let her legs stretch out and ran her hands up and down her belly, scooping water over her skin. She hadn’t even bothered to take off her tank top, and that fact didn’t matter to her at the moment.

    Sara kneeled down beside the tub and stuck one wrist under the still running water, feeling the temperature, before grabbing the flowered cup left on the side of the bath and scooping up some water to pour it over Izzy’s shoulders. “There...just relax, let the water help take off some of that pressure.”

    Izzy nodded and let her eyes drift closed, sinking down into the water as much as she could. The warm water felt so good on her tired muscles, and having the slight buoyancy made her feel lighter than she’d felt almost her whole pregnancy. However, her rest didn’t last long, as she was quickly taken over by her next sudden contraction. And with it…

    “Hgn-” She suddenly grunted, grabbing the edges of the tub and curling forward around her heaving belly. The water splashed a bit, and Sara leaned closer in a bit of surprise.

    “Izzy, are you pushing?”

    Izzy could only nod. The feeling had started during her last contraction, but had gotten stronger with the start of this one, and being in the water let her feel more secure about giving in to her urge. She almost couldn’t help it.

    “Alright! Good job, Izzy, good job. Take a deep breath for me, and do some of those deep grunty noises you were doing before. Don’t get dizzy holding your breath,” Sara coached softly but firmly, using one hand to stroke back Izzy’s hair.

    With a gasp, Izzy let go of her almost frantic push, taking a few big gulps of air to try to re center herself. Eyes opening, she stared down at her belly in front of her as she focused, then set her jaw and tried again, giving a deep, low grunt. “Hn-....hnnghaha.”

    “Beautiful, Izzy. Beautiful. Keep going as much as you want to.”

    Adjusting her hands on the sides of the tub, Izzy pulled herself to sit up a bit more, pulling her knees toward her chest in a butterfly as she gave another push. “Hgn-...ahhh.”

    She hissed out the last sound, her jaw open and relaxed. Sara reached into the tub and pulled the soaked shirt up off of her heaving belly, resting her hand on it and looking at Izzy. “Good, good job. Relax...nice, open, relaxed sounds…”

    The water splashed against the sides of the tub as Izzy leaned forward around her belly again, groaning deep in her chest. “Hnnnn….ghooooohhhh…!”

    Panting, she almost flopped back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed. “Hahh...hahh...oh god…”

    With a very soft touch, Sara leaned in and smoothed her hair back. “Contraction over?” At Izzy’s small nod, she continued in a gentle voice. “Can I check your progress again?”

    Izzy nodded again, and resettled her hips a bit, licking her lips and letting her head rest to the side. Sitting fully up on her knees, Sara leaned in and gently inserted her finger, looking thoughtful as she performed her exam. “You are doing amazingly, honey. That water bag is still really bulging out there, that’s why you feel so much intense pressure. I’d like it if we could keep going with the nipple stimulation, okay?” She slowly removed her hand, and Izzy nodded, panting softly.

    The next contraction came on very quickly after the last one, not giving Izzy much of a rest. With a soft moan, the laboring mother resettled her hips and grabbed the sides of the tub again, bracing one foot flat against the floor of the tub with her knee up and letting the other butterfly out. Sara leaned in and, as carefully as she could, freed Izzy’s breasts from her soaking wet top, beginning her gentle stimulation again. As she pulled and pinched her nipples, Izzy’s noises changed from moans to deep grunts, a perfect sound to Sara.

    “Hgn-....grahah. Ghn-...hahhh…!” Izzy all but growled, her hips rolling forward. She was the picture of determination, and she felt it too, rolling through her whole body. The pressure was immense, her pelvis felt full and heavy, but as Sara worked on her breasts and as she pushed, she didn’t feel helpless. She felt full of power and sensuality.

    One hand splashed into the water after a moment, cupping between her legs and pressing hard on her labia. She massaged herself as she leaned into another push, moaning loudly.

    “Goood, that’s beautiful, Izzy. You got this, mama.” Sara encouraged, unable to stop a smile from appearing on her face. She could tell that Izzy was struggling, but was also in control of her own power, and that was something she loved to see.

    The contraction seemed to last twice as long as they had before, and Izzy prayed to feel some sort of bulging or gush of fluid as she pushed. She pressed firmly against her vagina and labia, massaging her labia with the pads of her fingers as she grunted through another push. “Hgn-....ghaha!”

    Finally, she relaxed, and leaned back against the wall of the tub, head falling back. Sara didn’t stop her stimulation however, rolling both of Izzy’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. “Good job, Izzy. Good job. Do you feel anything?”

    “No...not yet…” Izzy panted back, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

    “That’s alright. Baby’s still in a good position, you’re nice and open...as long as it feels good to push, you push, okay?”

    Izz nodded, opening her eyes just a bit to give Sara a small, crooked smile. “That feels really good though…”

    “Good, I’m glad it does...I’ve done this for some parents that all but slapped me away when we tried it,” Sara laughed, giving her a big, warm smile. “But it seems like it’s working for you.”

    Izzy nodded, sighing deeply and looking down at her belly.

    The next contraction took her over not long afterward, and she was surprisingly quiet as it began. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes and growled as she curled around her belly, pulling her knee to her chest and pressing her fingers firmly against her vagina.

    Due to the position, Sara switched quickly from stimulating one breast to just one, easing up on her pressure some too. Still though, she remained close, listening and watching carefully as Izzy leaned into her pushes.

    After a moment, Izzy gave a very loud grunt, then squealed in happiness, her fingers parting around her vagina. “Ahh! Sara! I feel something! Oh my god!”

    Leaning in, Sara grinned as she saw what Izzy was feeling- a very small bulge of amniotic sac just peeking out of her opening. “Hey! You’re doing it, Izzy! Don’t let up, push as long as it feels good.” Quickly, she reached and turned off the water, then returned her hand to Izzy’s shoulder, just letting the new mom work.

    An almost delighted look on her face, Izzy pushed again, her jaw dropped to her chest and her eyelashes fluttering. “Ah-....hahhhh. Ahh-....hahhhhh.” She panted a bit as she explored her opening with the tips of her fingers, slightly shivering all over.

    “That’s it, honey...you got this. You got this.” Sara murmured, reaching down into the water to place her hand low on the curve of Izzy’s belly.

    Letting herself rest back against the wall, Izzy let her knees both butterfly outwards as she tried her best to relax. Her heart hammering excitedly in her chest, she continued to explore and massage her labia and opening, running her fingers over the tiny bulge of amniotic sac still visible.

    When she began to push with the next contraction, she groaned loudly in both effort and surprise as she felt the sac bulge against the pads of her fingers, then recede as she let go of her push. Bear down, the sac would bulge and push against her fingers, let go of her push, it would ease back in almost unbearably.

    “Gh-...ghahah!” Izzy cried out, her hips twitching unconsciously as she let go of another push. “Come on!” She almost sobbed, turning her head to the side.

    Sara leaned close and kissed her temple, stroking her hand down her shoulder. “Hey, hey. Easy, sweetheart. It’s alright. You got this. You’re doing this.”

    Scrunching her eyes shut tightly, Izzy turned her head toward Sara and leaned into her comforting presence, pulling one knee to her chest and giving one more big push before her contraction faded. “Hn-!” Her shoulders trembled as she held it, then slumped when she gasped for air and let go, panting. The bubble of sac remained bulged against her fingers much more than it had before, but still not enough for the exhausted mother to be.

    Opening her eyes, she looked up at Sara in almost a pleading way, panting softly. “It doesn’t feel good to push here anymore...I think I wanna get out...I wanna get out. I’m too hot and I can’t open my legs wide enough.”

    Blinking, Sara nodded and slowly got to her feet. “Okay sweetheart, where do you wanna go to? We gotta be careful, wherever we move to.”

    “Back to my bed. I need to be there.” A hand still firmly held between her legs, Izzy shifted and started to try to get up, and Sara cautioned her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

    “Hold on, hold on honey. That means stairs. Do you feel okay enough to go down those stairs?”

    Nodding, Izzy looked up at her and slowly pulled herself up to her knees. “I gotta, I can’t...I’m so hot and I need to be somewhere else.”

    Eyes softening, Sara paused only a moment before nodding, grabbing a towel off the bar and holding her arms out for her. “Alright. Careful, careful.”

    The water splashed around the tub as Izzy heaved herself to her feet, and, bowlegged, stepped out of the tub. As soon as she was out of the water and upright, it was very clear the bag of water was bulging out of her a significant amount. Sara took note as she wrapped the towel around Izzy’s hips, holding it at her waist. “Alright. Lean on me, sweetheart. Here we go.”

    Izzy threw a damp arm around Sara’s shoulders and held her belly with the other hand, groaning softly as the two began to make their slow way out of the bathroom and toward the stairs. When they reached the first step, Izzy paused, looking over at Sara. “I’m sorr to make so much trouble, I just…”

    Sara shook her head to stop her, giving her a soft smile. “Honey, I’ve helped parents deliver for quite a few years. This is normal and totally okay, okay? We just gotta take it super, super slow, and you need to hold on to the banister as well as me, ok?”

    Izzy nodded and gave a small smile, letting go of her belly to grab onto the banister. Taking a deep breath, the two began to slowly make their way down the stairs, Izzy taking one small step at a time with her knees uncomfortably bow-legged. She grunted softly as her hips shifted, her pelvis feeling incredibly heavy and awkward.

    Only a couple steps from the bottom, she suddenly groaned and bent her knees more, a contraction coming on with almost no warning. Sara held onto her, a hand pressed firmly against her hip and the other holding her arm around her shoulders. “It’s alright, it’s alright. Take a deep breath. Keep one foot on this stair, open up with the other foot down. Okay?”

    Doing as she was told, Izzy quickly let her foot settle down onto the stair below, and gripped the banister as hard as she could as she bent her knees, leaning into the immense pressure building in her pelvis. “Nnnngh...oh god that feels so weeeeird!” She moaned, and Sara laughed, rubbing her hip firmly with one hand.

    “Give a push if you want, I’ve got you. You're not going anywhere.” the midwife said through her smile, hugging Izzy close.

    Shifting her weight a little bit, Izzy grunted as she gave a small push, almost unable to stop herself. “Hgn-...ghhah. Hgn!” She bowed her head and pushed as hard as she dared, then groaned in surprise and let go of Sara to shove her hand under the towel and between her legs. “Ohhhhh ohhh my god. Oh my god it’s like a big bubble!” She moaned, and Sara couldn’t help but giggle.

    “Yep, that’s exactly what it’s like. Can we keep walking?”

    Izzy shook her head, blowing out her air and waiting for the contraction to ease. Taking a few deep, deep breaths, she finally relaxed, bending her knees a bit as she explored the protruding bubble of sac with her fingertips. “Oh my god. Ohhhhhh.” With a deep sigh, she finally stood up straight and let go of herself, putting her arm back around Sara’s shoulders. “Okay...okay, let’s go…”

    The two carefully made their way down to the bottom of the stairs and directly to Izzy’s bedroom. Sara guided her to her bed, and Izzy immediately planted her hands on her mattress and dropped into a deep squat, huffing and putting her hand right back between her legs to cradle the soft bubble emerging from her vagina.

    Sara gently took the towel from around her hips and set it on the floor, tucking it around and under her legs. “That’s it, Izzy...take your time, there’s no rush. We’re all good, ok?”

    Nodding, Izzy folded her arm and rested her head in the crook of her elbow, heaving a huge sigh.

    Not long after she had settled, though, Sara’s attention was caught by Izzy, still completely still with her hand between her legs and head resting on her elbow, giving a deep, guttural grunt. Right away, Sara snuggled close, leaning down to peer between her legs. The amniotic sac was bulged almost to the size of an egg in Izzy’s fingers.

    Izzy groaned deeply, parting her fingers to either side of the opening and bearing down. As she did, with no warning, the sac burst, splashing clear fluid all over the towel and her fingers. The laboring mom cried out in relief, her head falling back. “Ohhh! Ohhhh my god that felt so good! Holy shit!”

    Sara laughed, rubbing her back with one hand. “Good job, Izzy, good job! Push when you need to, don’t let up.”

    Catching her breath for a moment, Izzy leaned hard on her elbow and groaned as she pushed again, scrunching up her eyes. “Hgn-”

    Surprisingly, when Sara leaned down to take another peek, she was met with the unmistakable sight of Izzy’s vagina bulging into a teardrop shape, the baby’s head already at her opening.

    “I see a head!” She called out in joy, and Izzy gasped for breath, her trembling fingers touching her opening.

    “Ghhhaaaa...I can feel it...mmph!” Rolling her hips, she almost feverishly gave another push, bowing her head forward.

    Just as Sara had guessed, the bulge of the amniotic sac had been holding back the progress of the baby coming down, because as Izzy pushed, it was clear this baby was ready to be born. With each grunt, more of the baby’s head became visible, until Izzy was able to hold the crown of her baby’s head in her palm. The exhausted mom gasped for breath, a huge smile on her face. “Oh my god….oh my god!”

    “That’s it, Izzy honey! You got this. That’s your baby right there. Only a couple more pushes.”

    Encouraged by the feel of her baby’s head, Izzy inhaled deeply and gave another hard grunt, then yelped as her baby’s head popped free into her waiting hand. “Ahh! Oh holy shit! Hi baby!” She panted, and Sara beamed, smoothing her hair back and kissing her temple.

    “Rest for a second, honey. Take some nice deep breaths.”

    Izzy leaned over into Sara’s comforting presence, her eyes softly closed and the smile still on her face as she tried to catch her breath. She explored her baby’s tiny features with her fingertips, stroking on either side of their neck to check for a cord. When she didn’t feel any sign of one, she sighed deeply and relaxed even more, murmuring to Sara. “Neck feels clear, I don’t...feel a cord.”

    Smiling, Sara nodded and rubbed her back with one hand. “Excellent...You just push whenever you’re ready, and have yourself a baby. You wanna catch them, or you want me to be ready?”

    “Ngh...you should...be ready…” Izzy murmured, sitting back up straight and letting go of her baby to lean both elbows on the side of her bed. She took a few deep breaths as Sara readied herself, listening to her midwife pull a receiving towel out of her magical duffel bag and waiting until she felt her presence back at her side. When she heard Sara’s comforting voice again, letting her know she could push whenever she was ready, she nodded, bowing her head forward and settling her hips.

    Taking a big inhale, she moaned deep in her chest and sank into the pressure of her contraction as she pushed, shivering a little as she felt the shoulders shift inside her.

    “Hgn-”

    With one more small grunt, her new baby suddenly slipped free of her and right into Sara’s waiting hands, the room right away filling with the sounds of gurgly crying and Izzy’s joyous laughter. She’d done it, she’d had her baby on her own terms, safely and ecstatically at home. Absolutely overwhelmed with happiness and joy, Izzy immediately reached down between her legs and took her baby as Sara passed her new daughter up to her. Cuddling her to her chest, she kissed her tiny daughter all over the face and sighed in happiness, looking over at Sara with a beaming grin on her face.

    There was nothing she was more thankful for.

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