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It was a beautiful early morning, the sun just barely beginning to make the sky glow, and a few birds sleepily beginning to sing.
Lyla normally wasn’t awake at this time- this late in her pregnancy, she actually had been getting up and out of bed closer to 11 or noon- but something had stirred her out of bed. June, her wife, had simply rolled over, which made Lyla smile as she wiggled out of their shared bed. Her wife had always been capable of sleeping through darn near anything, and could also get back to sleep quickly if something woke her…which is why she’d already, before they were even born, been assigned nighttime diaper duty for their soon-to-arrive twins.
Lyla smiled to herself, looking out the window into their front yard as she waited for the teakettle to boil. She was so happy here in their little secluded house, with her lovely doting wife and their two cats. And now she was (very very) pregnant, the result of a few rounds of IVF with a donor who happened to be a friend of theirs…all in all, their little family was growing exactly the way she had dreamed it.
As she poured the hot water into her cup, she paused, feeling a stirring in her belly. Was that the twins kicking again? No…no, that was a different feeling. This felt more…crampy. Inhaling deeply, then giving a slow exhale, she looked down at herself and rested her hands on her belly, smoothing down her big sleep shirt and looking at the swell of it. She hadn’t been able to see her toes since four months along, and she had definitely ‘dropped’ the past couple of days…but this? She didn’t know what to think.
Shifting her weight foot to foot, she waited for the cramp to pass before picking up her mug and padding into the livingroom to settle on the loveseat. One of their cats, a huge sleek black cat, was asleep on the cushions, and he made a soft noise as Lyla flopped down next to him.
“Oh, hush, you’re fine…” Lyla muttered to him absently, taking a sip of her warm tea before setting the cup down and wiggling to get more comfortable.
She sat and watched the sunrise, letting her mind lazily wander…until she was interrupted by another light cramp feeling, deep and low in her belly. Wrinkling her nose in discomfort, she looked down at her belly and pressed her hand into her side, mumbling to the very active twins. “Hey, calm down in there…”
Shifting her hips to try to get comfortable, she inhaled through her nose and exhaled as slowly as she could manage, staring down at her belly resting in her lap. It was hard for her to listen to her body’s signals, it always had been. She was prone to overeating, over-exercising, not noticing when she was thirsty…but to prep for labor and delivering the babies, she’d been practicing mindfulness with their midwife, Sara.
…Should she text her?
When the cramp faded in the next few moments, Lyla closed her eyes and relaxed against the couch, her hand reaching for her cup of tea. No, not yet. These were likely just practice, just her body trying to prepare for what it knew was coming. She was still technically a week early, too. So no need to wake her midwife up early for what was likely nothing.
Taking her mug in her hands, she took a few slow swallows of the hot peppermint tea, focusing on the feeling as the liquid ran down her throat and filled her ribcage with warmth. The kitty next to her stretched out his large frame and pressed his back feet against her thigh, which made her smile. They still had a little while to wait, and there was no need to panic.
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It was a little while later that Lyla finally wiggled herself to her feet, out of her warm and cozy pillow nest. Taking her mug into the kitchen first and leaving it by the sink, she waddled to the bathroom next, one hand holding her belly down low and the other firmly resting on the small of her back.
A little while later, the mother-to-be emerged…with a slightly concerned look on her face. She paused in the doorway, then padded into her bedroom and grabbed her phone from the nightstand, taking a moment to peek over at June as she did so. Her wife was still sound asleep, snoring lightly.
As Lyla left the room and headed back for the loveseat, she unlocked her phone and wrote a text quickly with one thumb, the other hand sliding down to tuck in its place under her heavy belly.
L: Hi, Sara! I hope it’s okay I’m texting so early. I’m just a little anxious. I’ve been having some light cramping, and I think I lost at least some of a mucus plug? Maybe? Text me when you can, plz. Thank you <3
With a sigh, Lyla slowly lowered herself back down into the loveseat, resting her phone on top of her belly and letting her hand stretch out and rest against the still-asleep kitty next to her.
Was that what that had been? Was she in labor? Were the babies coming? She didn’t know what to think. The cramps weren’t that bad, she could easily ignore or breathe through them. But she’d been so restless the past couple of days, had felt the babies settle more into her pelvis, and June had simply insisted that her belly looked lower. But was that what this was?
As she waited for a text back or the next contraction, whatever came first, Lyla tried to keep her breathing even and steady, looking down at herself. Lifting up her shirt, she tucked the hem under her phone and held her bare belly in both hands, admiring how round and full it was, and touching her fingers lightly to a few of the stretch marks.
Her phone buzzed, making her jump. On the screen was a text back from Sara.
S: No worries honey, I’m at another house call! What’s your body telling you?
Lyla smirked as she read the message. That was a very typical answer of her attentive midwife. She wanted someone to just tell her what was going on, not make her answer herself, but since she was the one carrying these babies, she was the one in charge, as much as she hated it. Sighing softly and blowing her hair out of her face, Lyla texted back.
L: How’d I know you’d ask that? I think I’m crampy and can't get comfortable, and I’m tired. That’s what my body’s telling me.
She locked her screen and set her phone back on top of her belly, looking down at herself again.
“You guys ready to come out and meet us, huh? Is that what this is?” She rubbed her hands up and down the swell of her belly, pressing her palms against the taut skin. “I mean, we’ve got your nursery all painted up with jungle animals, we’ve got boxes of diapers. Your aunts made you some incredible quilts, and your uncle Jack, bless his heart, can’t wait to meet you. I just…wish you’d tell me if you were ready.”
Almost as soon as she said that, she felt a small stir, then another cramp start up, from deep inside her belly. Blinking, she wrinkled her nose and took a quick inhale of breath, letting it out as slowly as possible.
“Oh.”
Trying to remember what Sara had taught her, she closed her eyes and tried to let herself relax, snuggling back into the cushions of the loveseat and keeping her breathing controlled and even. Her phone buzzed on her belly after a few moments, and she grumbled as she picked it up and opened one eye to peek at the screen.
S: Sounds like you’re already listening <3 Get some rest, maybe get some food or take a shower or a bath. If those cramps start happening regularly, maybe time them and see what the numbers say.
A shower. Now that sounded nice, she hadn’t even thought of that. Letting out her breath, she sent a quick heart back before setting her phone back down and closing her eyes again.
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After finishing her cup of tea and making sure her phone was plugged in to the charger, Lyla had gotten herself up and waddled to the bathroom, ready to take Sara’s advice about a shower.
As soon as she felt the warm water on her shoulders, she let out a deep sigh, her eyes drifting closed. Letting the water beat on the back of her neck and upper back, she tried to will herself to relax. Both hands came to rest on her belly, then slowly rubbed up the big, heavy curve, then back down her widened hips.
Both she and her wife had been in awe of her body’s changes, especially with her carrying twins. Her breasts grew several cups in size, her hips and backside both got bigger, and her skin and hair got far more glowy. However, the changes that amazed Lyla the most were things only she could feel- how loose her hips felt, how heavy her belly was, and how it touched her thighs when she bent or sat down. How her back ached with the effort of holding the weight of the babies, and how she secretly loved the feeling.
As she stood in the warm water, focusing on the feeling of it running down her hips, across her belly, and between her legs, she found herself very gently rocking her hips side to side, heels of her hands pressing in on either side. She could sense the babies inside her, one settled deep into her pelvis, the other curled up against her right side. As she moved, she felt as if she was helping guide them into position, almost urging them deeper into her pelvis and lower in her womb.
When another one of those cramps began again, she inhaled through her nose and cupped the bottom of her belly, bending forward a bit. “Mmh.” She grumbled under her breath, then quietly inhaled and blew the air out through pursed lips, remembering all her coaching from Sara. Slowly straightening up, she stroked her hands down her belly a few times, starting back up the gentle rocking of her hips.
“Mmh…you guys…really wanna come out, don’t you? Is that what you’re telling me?” She mumbled under her breath, a small smile flickering across her face. Against one of her hands, the upper twin kicked, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “You little brat…okay. Alright.” Inhaling deeply, she stepped back into the water a little bit further, letting it roll off the front of her shoulders and drip onto her taut belly.
When the cramp (which she now realized was, indeed, a contraction) let go, she blew out her breath and opened her eyes, looking down at her belly. She was in labor. Sara told her to listen to her body and the babies, and that was exactly what she was hearing, from every signal in her body.
A slow smile spread across her face, and she giggled softly in excitement, a thrill running through her body. This was it. Stretching her arms above her head, she closed her eyes again and relished in the feeling of the water on her breasts and belly. She was going to give birth. And everything in her was finally ready.
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Lyla had a few more contractions before she was ready to get out of the shower, and she noted in her head that all of them were fairly short in length, and she had nice long rests between them. As she toweled herself dry, she had snuck a hand between her legs to press her fingertips against her labia, and was surprised at how sensitive and warm she felt already. She wasn’t sure what she expected to find, but she did come away with a bit more mucus on her fingers.
Pulling her pjamas back on, and pulling her hair back away from her face, she wandered back into the bedroom and carefully crawled into bed, settling down facing June.
As she felt her weight in the bed, June opened her eyes just about halfway, a lazy smile crossing her face. “Hey beautiful…” she murmured, lifting a hand and stroking Lyla’s face.
Lyla’s heart fluttered, and she melted into a smile as she turned her head to kiss her wife’s palm. “Hi…”
“How we doin’?”
She asked this every morning, and Lyla couldn’t help but smile even bigger.
“We’re all fine…I think I’ve been having some little contractions.”
At that, June’s eyes popped open wide, and her hand darted to press low against her wife’s belly. “Wait, contractions? Really? You’re in labor?”
“I think so. I texted Sara already, she said to just…time em out and listen to my body and the babies. I took a shower, and had a few in there. They’re really light, but definitely happening.”
“Oh. Oh wow. Oh wow!” June broke into a huge grin, then snuggled forward in the bed and wrapped her arm around Lyla’s middle, covering her face in kisses. Lyla burst into laughter, wrapping her arms around her wife and wiggling against the kisses.
“Ahh!” She laughed, then managed to bury her face into her shoulder, away from the onslaught. “You ready to have babies?”
“Oh, I’m ready!” June grinned, rubbing up and down Lyla’s back with one palm, all curled up against her very pregnant wife. “Are you ready?”
Lyla thought a moment before answering. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I am.” Lifting her head, she carefully wiggled to rest on her back, propping one knee up and looking down at her belly. June rested on one elbow, reaching over and rubbing big, wide circles on the large bump.
“So…what do we do now?” she asked after a moment, and Lyla laughed softly.
“Just…wait, I guess. I think I wanna try and sleep a little more, then maybe eat something when I get up.”
“Okay. Sounds like a plan. You want me to time contractions?”
“Yeah, you still got that app on your phone?”
“Sure do, I’ve had it for weeks.” Wiggling over, June grabbed her phone from under her pillow and unlocked it, tapping a timer app and showing Lyla.
“Awesome. I had one just before I came back in here, so we’ll see when I have one next…”
Nodding, June locked the phone again and snuggled back up against her wife, kissing at her cheek. “Mm.” She pulled up the covers after a bit, and Lyla sighed happily as she leaned back against the pillows, tucking the blanket under her bump.
The two stayed snuggled up like that for a few lovely, comfortable moments, just enjoying the sounds of the morning coming through the window, each other’s warmth, and the softness of the covers. When a contraction began to roll through her body, Lyla gently patted June on the arm, and she sat up on one elbow, grabbing her phone. “Got one?”
“Mhm,” Lyla answered quickly, letting her eyes slide closed. “Yeah, definitely. Time it, hun?”
“I got it…” June murmured softly, pressing her hand to her wife’s belly and very slowly rubbing in big circles. She watched her carefully, a small smile on her face, as she breathed steadily through the contraction. A look of almost wonder on her face, she nuzzled closer and massaged the side of Lyla’s heavy belly, where she knew baby B liked to settle. As she did so, she nosed at Lyla’s face until she turned to face her, and claimed her lips in a kiss, soft and gentle.
Lyla’s heart fluttered in her chest, and she smiled against her wife’s warm lips, lifting a hand to rest on her cheek. The other hand slid beneath the cover and cupped low on her belly, giving herself a little bit of pressure there. She couldn’t believe this was finally happening.
With a deep inhale of breath, Lyla continued to gently kiss June’s soft lips, humming a little bit. The contraction was easy to breathe through, but the kissing and closeness with her love made it even easier. After a few moments, she broke the kiss and smiled up at June, resting her head back on the pillows. “Hahh…that’s it.”
“Mm?” June nodded and tapped her phone, peeking at it. “Lasted about a minute. How d’ya feel?”
“Fine!” Lyla shrugged a shoulder, then giggled a little. “It’s not that bad right now.” Wiggling down against the covers, she stifled a yawn. “I’m gonna try to rest my eyes, okay?”
“Okay babe. I’m right here.” June smoothed her hair back from her forehead and kissed her gently, then settled down next to her, her hand coming to rest next to her wife’s low on her heavy belly.
–
The morning was quiet. The wives snuggled in their bed until the sun was fully up and peeking through the curtains, timing contractions and enjoying what possibly could be their last morning alone for a while. Lyla felt…grounded, steady, and incredibly loved laying there with June, feeling their babies roll around in her belly between each steady contraction.
Surprisingly, the waves had very quickly settled into a pattern. For about the first two hours or so, they were a bit erratic, happening every five minutes, six, eight. But not too long after that, the pressure and tightness settled into reliable waves five minutes apart, lasting anywhere from 30 seconds to a full minute.
Lyla had been able to doze after a while, rolling onto her side and nuzzling her face into her wife’s comforting shoulder. Even if she didn’t make any noise, June was able to tell when contractions were by the hitch in her breath, the tightness of her midsection against her own, or the babies falling still. She’d timed them out the best she could without rousing her, watching Lyla with soft eyes and an expression of admiration.
The mom-to-be felt restless after a while, and finally decided to get up. Together, the excited and tired wives wiggled out of bed and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. While Lyla walked paces of the kitchen, enjoying the cool tile on her bare feet, June popped some bagels in the toaster and began cutting up fruit.
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“Oof-” Lyla let out a soft grunt and leaned on the kitchen island, and Lyla tapped her phone with one finger before reaching over to rub big circles on her back. Her mouth was full of bagel, but she watched her wife working through her contraction as she chewed her bite, her eyes soft.
Lyla pushed her plate away from her a bit and propped her feet on the stool underneath her, folding her arms and bowing her head into them. “Mmmh…” She moaned softly in the back of her throat, her eyes sliding closed. She wasn’t uncomfortable, far from it. Rather…she was beginning to really enjoy the process, feeling her body relax and get ready for the twins’ arrival. She had actually been able to get some sleep between her contractions (and even during the earlier moments when they were lighter, during a few contractions too).
Having June here made all the difference in the world. Feeling just her presence close by made things so much easier, and thinking that she was going to be there to catch the babies was even better.
“Ahhhhh…” she slowly let out her breath and tried to relax as the contraction peaked, lifting one hand from under her head and pressing it to the side of her belly. It felt so heavy, and during contractions she thought she could almost feel it shifting under her tshirt. She soon felt the warm pressure of June’s hand over hers, and a small smile flickered across her face. “Thanks…” she murmured, turning her head and pursing her lips for a kiss.
June giggled before leaning in and kissing Lyla as lightly and lovingly as she could, massaging at her belly and side. Lyla hummed and giggled against her lips, lifting her hand to play with a bit of her wife’s hair. Once the contraction was over, she sighed through her nose, breaking the kiss and pressing her nose against June’s cheek. “Mmmmh. That was a good one.”
“Yeah?” June quickly tapped her phone with the other hand, smiling and turning her head to kiss at Lyla’s cheek a few times. “Mm. Get some more bites in before you have another one, okay? Keep your strength up.” With a soft pat on her belly, she scooted her plate back toward her again, and Lyla sighed, pulling away from June and nodding reluctantly.
“You want me to text Sara?” June asked after Lyla took a bite, tilting her head at her wife’s firm shake of the head.
“Mm-mm.” Lyla leaned back in her chair and rubbed at her belly as she chewed, her bagel held in her other hand. She spoke again once she swallowed, looking at her wife. “I don’t want her to come here and be bored, I know I’m gonna be in labor for a while. Let my water break or something, then we’ll call her over. Ok?”
June sighed and gave Lyla a look, and Lyla innocently took another big bite of her bagel, batting her eyes at her wife. After a moment, June leaned in and kissed at her cheek, smoothing a hand through her hair. “Fine. But you know she’s a midwife, right? You don’t have to be anxious about her being around you…”
Lyla sighed and set down her food. “I know, I know. And I know we talked about this stuff but…I just want it to be you and me for as long as possible, ok?” Leaning her head into her wife’s hand, she looked at her with soft eyes. “...Would you feel better if I texted her an update?”
“Yes…”
“Okay. But she doesn’t need to come over. Not yet. Gimme some time just the two of us first.”
“Okay.” June leaned in and kissed her cheek again, then picked up their dishes and her phone and moved into the kitchen to put things away.
Lyla watched her for a moment, then sighed and folded her arms on the island again, closing her eyes as she buried her face in her folded elbows. One leg bounced a bit as she tried to control her breathing. What she had said was the truth, she knew this was her and June’s last few hours together and she wanted to spend every moment with her she could…but there was also this…anxiety, about being around Sara while in such a vulnerable state.
With June, she knew she could make noise, could shift and get in odd positions, could do what she needed to for her body and her babies. But she didn’t know Sara all that well, even though she’d gone to meetings and a couple classes with her. She just didn’t feel as steady or safe about being able to listen to herself and the babies with someone she didn’t know as well peering over her shoulder.
Another contraction rolled through her body a few moments later, she inhaled through her nose and tried to exhale as slowly as possible, letting her eyes slide closed. Turning her focus inward, she leaned a bit harder on the counter beneath her and rolled her hips side to side a bit, the sensation making her bite her lip. She’d been sensing the contractions slightly changing for the past half hour or so, but this was the first time they were really…different.
Carefully, she lowered her feet off of the stool and down to the floor, then rose to stand, planting her hands on the counter and keeping her head bowed. As she rocked her hips side to side, she tried to focus on where the sensations were centered, low in her hips and pelvis, and deep inside against her cervix. Inhaling through her nose, she blew out her breath with puffed cheeks, inhaling again as soon as she felt able.
When she felt June’s warm hands on her hips, it was like a wave of relief. With a soft groan of happiness, she reached back with one hand and tapped at her wrist, grumbling a soft “lean in”. June did as she was asked, and Lyla’s jaw dropped. “Ohhh…oh that's the ticket. Oh my god.” She lifted her head a bit, then dropped it forward again, huffing and rolling her hips side to side against June’s firm grip.
The two worked like this together through the rest of the contraction. June's elbows pointed out to either side as she leaned in, pressing hard on both of Lyla’s hips, and Lyla rocked against her. She grunted softly at the peak of the contraction, her eyes scrunching up, then let out a few panting breaths as the contraction loosened its grip. “Hahh…ahhh…hahhhh.”
June slowly released the pressure, rubbing softly with both of her hands, but was caught off guard by her wife turning immediately in her arms. Lyla threw her arms around June’s shoulders and kissed her lips deeply, nudging her belly against her midsection. With a soft “Mm!” June wrapped her arms loosely around her waist and kissed her back, a small smile flickering on her lips.
After a quiet moment of smooching, Lyla broke the kiss and nuzzled her nose against June’s cheek, eyes still closed.
“...Can we go back to bed?”
“Whatever you want, hunny bun…” June whispered back, giving her hip a couple of soft pats. “You’re in control.”
The wives snuggled for a couple more moments, then slowly pulled apart and looped arms, moving back to their soft bedroom. When they got there, Lyla immediately crawled into the bed while June moved to the window, drawing the curtains against the morning sun and flicking on their set of fairy lights on the ceiling.
Settling back against her pillows, Lyla came to rest on her back, one knee propped up, and heaved a big sigh, pulling at her shirt a little bit. “Mmh…God. I feel like I just…can't get comfortable.”
“Here, wanna take off your shirt?” June suggested with a small smile, crawling up onto the bed next to her.
First wrinkling her nose in thought, Lyla finally relented, pulling off her baggy shirt and tossing it down toward the foot of the bed. She relaxed back against the pillows again with a deep sigh, her eyes drifting closed. June snuggled up to her side and kissed at her bare shoulder, reaching over and pulling the waistband of Lyla’s boxers down a bit off the mound of her belly.
Lyla smiled a little bit and rested both hands low on her belly, rubbing at the lower curve with the pads of her fingers. “Mmph. Be careful, Juney. Don’t wanna get me riled up…”
June giggled at that, a soft blush rising on her cheeks. “Hey, you remember what Sara told us. What gets the baby in…”
A small smile flickered on Lyla’s face at that, and she opened one eye to peek at her wife. “I mean…do you really want to, or are you just saying that? I -am- in labor right now, y’know.”
“I wouldn’t bring it up unless I did really want to, you know that…I think you’re beautiful.” June closed her eyes and nuzzled gently at Lyla’s neck, and Lyla sighed deeply at the affectionate touch.
After a small moment of thought, Lyla nodded, and June smiled against her neck, carefully sliding her hand down to press lightly between her wife’s legs. Lyla turned her head to catch her lips in a deep kiss as she felt the pressure. Inhaling through her nose, she lifted her hand to stroke at June’s face as she started rubbing and stroking her through her boxer shorts.
The feeling was incredible, even with the fabric in the way. She felt herself getting wet almost immediately, and she grumbled a little against June’s lips, her other hand coming to rest on the lower curve of her belly. It felt so good to have not only a counterpressure, but a pleasurable stimulation on top of the craziness going on inside her body.
Soon enough, her wife’s hand was pulling at her shorts, and she smiled and wiggled to help her pull them down and off. She was completely naked now, and she snuggled back against her soft pillows and the covers with a small happy sigh. June pulled away for a moment, and Lyla opened her eyes long enough to watch her wife pull off her own shirt, just wearing a bandeau underneath. June caught her looking and winked at her before snuggling right back up, her hand immediately returning to press between Lyla’s legs.
Lyla’s eyes fluttered closed and she sighed deeply, almost holding the mound of her belly up with one hand. June very gently rubbed and caressed her labia with the pads of her fingers before deftly finding her clit and just pressing with two fingers.
A smile spread across Lyla’s face and she moaned softly, biting her lip. It felt so good to be so loved, especially when she was feeling so vulnerable. To be able to find pleasure in these moments was more than she could ask for.
When a contraction started to roll through her, her brow furrowed a little bit, and she shifted her hips, whining softly. June kissed at her face, murmuring softly. “Want me to stop, or keep going…?”
“Keep…keep going. Hahh…” Lyla willed herself to relax as she blew out her breath, her free hand darting to rest on June’s leg, finding comfort in touching her. June nodded and watched Lyla carefully as she continued to rub small circles on her clit, biting her lip.
Lyla’s belly rolled, and tensed, and she moaned, stretching out one of her legs and leaving the other knee up. “Ohhhh…oh wow, oh wow…” She panted, groaning and arching her hips up off the bed a little bit.
“Relaaaax…relax…” June murmured, and Lyla grumbled back at her, lowering her hips back down and blowing out her air through puffed cheeks.
Carefully, June switched her rubbing from focusing on her clit to using the pads of her fingers to stroke and massage Lyla’s labia, and she smiled at herself as she watched her wife visibly relax. She had a hunch that the sensations mixed were too intense. Stroking her warm folds, she leaned down and kissed at her cheek, using her other hand to smooth her hair off of her sweaty forehead. Grumbling a soft thanks, Lyla inhaled, then slowly let out her breath through pursed lips.
When the contraction finally eased up, Lyla opened her eyes and looked up at June, a small smile on her face. “...That was something.”
“Yeah? Was it better when I eased up?” June paused in her rubbing and just held a steady pressure, looking at her in interest.
“Yeah, it felt really good before, but it was just…a lot.” Lyla sighed and shifted her hips just a bit, then grumbled and put her hands down on the bed. “Mm. I wanna try hands and knees for a minute, see if that helps.”
“Yeah, good thinking.” June smiled and helped her roll over, the two of them falling into a comfortable silence as Lyla wiggled herself into position. June quickly handed her a pillow to tuck under her folded arms and head, and she flopped into it, making a happy humming noise as she closed her eyes and relaxed.
The feeling of her belly and breasts resting against the bed was surprisingly comforting, and she felt good having a bit more range of motion in her hips. Spreading her knees a little further apart, she gave her hips a few experimental sways back and forth before falling still, her breathing steady and deep.
June watched all of this with loving eyes, one hand resting on Lyla’s lower back to let her know she was still there. When she settled, she scooted a little closer, rubbing her back in gentle, soft circles.
The next contraction rolled through Lyla a few moments later, and she groaned softly into the pillow, gripping onto it with both hands. "Haaaaahh…" Inhaling deeply through her nose, she let her eyes slide closed and rocked back on her knees.
Taking her signal, June carefully slipped a hand between her legs and pressed lightly with the pads of her fingers, giving her a steady pressure.
Lyla's response was almost immediate. A small shudder ran up her spine, and she smiled into the pillow, letting out her breath in a whoosh and pulling in another deep breath. "Hoooh! Ohhh…Mmph." Her hands relaxed their grip on the pillow, and she began very gently rocking back and forth, rolling her hips a bit as she did so to grind against June's hand.
The sensations rolling through her were nothing short of incredible- her hips felt full, but also loose and open, and with every movement her heavy belly gently rubbed and bumped against the soft blankets and pillow beneath her. The counter pressure of her wife's steady hand not only helped with the force of the contractions, but both made her aware she was there and she wasn't alone, and sent feelings of orgasmic, sensual pleasure rolling through her changing body. Her focus felt more and more like it was drifting inward, to her babies and to herself.
Inhaling deeply again through her nose, she moaned softly on her exhale, humming through closed lips. As she did so, she slowly rocked back against June's hand, increasing the pressure on her labia. "Mmmh…ah-" she grunted softly as she was forced to release the pressure by shifting back forward. "Nngh…"
June carefully followed her lead, sitting up on her knees a little bit and adjusting her pressure. Watching Lyla like this was…absolutely amazing, she almost didn't know what to think. She wished she could feel what she was feeling, maybe take some of the pain and exhaustion, but she was glad to be here, so close, and assisting in whatever little ways she could.
When the contraction finally relaxed, so did Lyla, heaving a deep sigh and rolling back forward against her pillow. June nuzzled her shoulder and placed a few small kisses there, then carefully pulled her hand away. Lyla whined in protest and opened one eye, but smiled a little when she saw her wife pulling off her own shirt and snuggling right back up.
The two cuddled, skin to skin, in silence, June nuzzling a few lazy kisses against Lyla's skin every now and then, and Lyla smiling and reaching out a hand to rest on her thigh.
Her next contraction washed over her before too long, and she inhaled deeply and moved her hand back to grip onto the corner of the pillow beneath her head. Turning her head into the softness, she groaned, slowly rocking back against June’s hand.
“You got this, you got it, babe. I’m right here…” June murmured, shifting her fingers a bit and keeping a steady pressure against her wife’s slit.
“Nngh.”
She got a small grunt in reply, which made her laugh a bit. “Yep, that’s it. You do what you gotta.”
Lyla inhaled a deep, shaky breath, then groaned again, her voice muffled into the pillow. Every contraction seemed new, bringing a new level of sensation, pressure, and intimate feelings rolling through her. The pressure deep inside her belly and pelvis kept increasing, kept growing stronger and almost urging her to move, and to give in to the sensation. However, the feelings weren’t overwhelming. She was able to feel in control, grounded, and steady, with the sounds rumbling in her chest and the feeling of her wife’s body so close to her, as well as her hand pressing between her legs.
Shifting her knees a bit, Lyla blew out her breath in a loud huff, turning her head to the side. Arching her back, she rolled her hips forward, then back again, grinding not-so-gently against her wife’s warm, steady hand. “Ohhhh!” She heard herself crying out, both in pleasure and in response to the pressure of the contraction. Something was happening, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, and she wrinkled up her nose and gave a very soft grunt-
“Oh!” June couldn’t help but exclaim as she felt a small burst of liquid from between her fingers, and she parted them a bit to let the clear fluid drip onto the bed beneath them. “Hey!”
“Oh god. Oh god…was that…” Lyla panted, and June grinned, rubbing her upper back with her free hand.
“Just a little bit of water, babe, not a whole gush or anything. You’re good, it’s all fine. It’s totally clear, you’re good. You’re good…”
All of a sudden, Lyla felt like crying. Whimpering, she rolled her hips down hard against June’s hand and hunched her shoulders, burying her face in her pillow. “Nnngh! Oh god…oh god…I’m having a baby…!” She half sobbed, and was relieved when she felt June smiling as she began to pepper her arm and shoulder with kisses.
“Two babies…” She murmured gently in her ear, and coaxed a soft groan from Lyla as she began to massage her labia. “You’re having two babies, our babies…and you’re rocking it. Take a deep, deep, breath, okay?”
Nodding, Lyla opened her eyes and looked into June’s steady gaze, her own eyes full of hot tears. She slowly inhaled a deep breath through her nose, then blew it out, and June followed her example, breathing with her. She wasn’t even sure why she was crying…it was a mix of emotions rolling through her, and she felt so happy and so nervous all at once.
Holding gazes, the wives breathed slowly together, Lyla gently rocking back and forth, until the contraction stopped. When it did, Lyla cleared her throat and pushed herself up to sit back on her heels, rubbing at her eyes and sniffling. “Ugh. God. Okay. I think…”
“It’s time to call Sara?”
Smiling, she nodded and pushed her hair away from her sweaty forehead. “Yeah. I mean…that was my water, right?”
“Yeah, I think it was. You wanna call her or want me to?”
“Uhm…” Lyla huffed a small sigh and rested both hands on her belly, rubbing a bit. “Can you? I think I wanna get up and stretch.”
“Of course I can, babe.” June stroked her hair and leaned in to smooch her cheek, then scooted away a bit and offered her hands to help her to her feet.
Lyla wiggled to her feet, then grabbed up her discarded shirt and tugged it over her head again, not bothering with anything else. Even if she was in hard labor, she still had…a strange sense of modesty, and didn’t want to be completely naked when the midwife showed up.