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mrsarnasdelicious · 2 years

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Giving Birth to Eric Northman's child

"I don't think I should be here." Says Eric. "I think you should. It is your child, too." You say. "And I need your support." You look him in the eye. "But my love ... the blood." He rasps. "You'll be fine. I believe in you." You take his hand. "Thank you, for your trust." Eric looks you in the eye.

You flinch as another contraction courses through your muscles. It is like someone is kicking your tailbone. "Epidural?" The nurse asks tentatively. Eric seeks your eyes with his. "Do you think you need it?" He asks softly. "I would like it." You reply softly. "Then you will have it." He replies. No expense is spared, of course.

He takes you gently by the hand.

The anaesthetist is quickly called and within minutes you have to bend over and relax as best you can. "You might have to glamour me, I can't find my calmth." You tell Eric. But he shakes his head. "You can do it, I have faith in you." He murmurs. You can help a little fluster. So much trust is almost too hot to handle. You are not quite sure what to do with yourself.

Another contraction painfully ripples through the muscles of your back. You whimper and give Eric's hand a squeeze. Eric makes a soothing sound and lifts his free hand to stroke your face. "I am already so proud of you." He whispers. You look away from, a bit bashful.

The epidural is quite swift to take hold of you. You feel that you can relax again. Eric helps you settle in, seeing as you are not dilated enough yet. He sings softly to you in Swedish while he helps you get comfortable. His singing makes you feel calm and safe.

A nurse comes to check up on you after a little while. "Can I check your dilation?" She asks gently. You nod queitly. It is not like you feel much down there now anyway. You barely feel it when she carefully inserts her fingers to see how far along you are. Beside the bed, Eric tenses, though. You quirk a brow at him. But he shakes his head.

He waits with his reply until the nurse is out of the room again.

"I don't like it when other people touch you." He pouts. You can't help but laugh. "You'll have to let them, tonight." You say. Eric rolls his eyes. "I know." He huffs.

It takes a little while longer for you to start feeling a strange sort of tension just below your tailbow. A bit like you have to go to the toilet. You squirm as best as you can. Eric makes eye contact. "Are you alright?" He asks softly. You shake your head feebly. The tension is all you can focus on.

Eric stands up with a jerk. "Nurse!" He yells, in a commanding tone of voice. A nurse comes running right away. "Something is wrong!" Eric barks. The poor nurse begin to check the monitors you are hooked up to in quite a hurry. You reach out and gently catch her by her wrist. "I .. I think it is time." You mutter to her. "I'll have to check your dilation again." She informs you.

Eric sits back down.

The nurse phones the midwife.

You reach for Eric's hand. "What can I do?" He asks. "I don't know." You whisper. You twine your fingers with his and try to get comfortable. But there is no more comfortable.

"Mrs Northman. It is time to push." The midwife informs. You give Eric a look. He nods gently. "You can do this." He whispers. "Thank you." You whisper. "Now push." The nurse urges softly. You take a careful breath in and focus all your energy on your pelvic muscles. You push with all your might. It hurts fiercely and you quickly feel your energy eb away. "Well done, take a deep breath and give me the next push." The midwife says.

"She needs to get up." Eric says.

Both the nurse and the midwife give him a startled look. "She is working against gravity." Eric says. "Her legs are numbed." The nurse cautions. "I'll hold her up." Eric growls. The nurse lowers your bed a little and Eric helps you crouch. "I've got you." He murmurs. "It hurts." You whimper. "I know, it will be over before you know it." Eric replies.

"Push!" The midwife all but orders. You brace yourself on Eric's shoulders. And then you bear down. You push with all you have. "Very good." The midwife says loudly. You take a deep breath and go straight into the next push. Your body tells you to hurry it up. Rest is for when the baby is out. You push with all the energy and power you have. "Good, very good." Eric encourages you. "You need to pace yourself." The midwife cautions. "No, I don't." You feebly, stubbornly disagree.

"Don't talk, just push." Eric hisses. "I know." You whisper.

And you push, even though the midwife and nurse try to make you slow down. Eric whispers praises in Swedish. The pain turns into a fierce sort of burn, when the baby's head almost erupts. "I need help." You whisper. Eric nods, understanding what you mean. He opens his arm with one fang. You lean in to lick up the few droplets that well up from the small puncture wound. The midwife sends you a disgusted look, but the nurse seems unphased.

Eric's blood gives you a burst of energy.

You push with renewed strength and before long the baby's head has fully erupted. "One last push." The nurse encourages you.

She catches the baby and Eric helps you lay down again. "I am so proud of you." He whispers. The nurse places the baby on your chest. "We have a son." Eric murmurs. He leans in and kisses you on the forehead.

He gives you a little bit more of his blood, so your body can heal. You lean back in the cushions and behold your newborn, who is already nosing for milk at your chest.

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