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Fill 8/? S/J MPREG anonymous October 23 2011, 06:29:38 UTC
The pressure, when it came, was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He pushed his free hand into John's tailbone, trying to counter the pressure that John was feeling in his own body.

Sarah was speaking low to him, a constant murmur push, push, push. The pressure went on and on, until finally there was a sudden splash, a sound like a faucet on, and Sherlock's feet were covered in warm liquid.

"Ok, amniotic sac is broken. John, you need to try to push this baby out in the next three contractions."

John's only answer was open-mouthed panting, and the crushing pain on Sherlock's fingers as he bore down. There was a shifting inside him, a shuddering movement downwards. Sherlock turned his head, saw the doctor pushing pads of cotton wool above and below John's opening, soaking up the blood that trickled from his split skin, framing the dark bloody mass that was pushing through, opening him even more.

"Is that?" Sherlock asked, scared to be wrong.

"Yes," the doctor said. The other woman poured mineral oil over John's perineum, washing away some of the blood, making the dark whorls of hair on the top of the baby's head even more distinct. "John, we can see the head."

"It burns."

In the next contraction though Sherlock watched in shock as somehow John's body opened up enough to reveal the entire crown of the head, and then, after some unknowable tipping point, a face-- closed eyes, furrowed brow, chin upturned from resting on John's body.

Sarah guided John's hand down between his legs so he could touch, could feel the reality of what was happening. Sherlock watched as John's fingers brushed over the baby's forehead and face, realized that but for a thin membrane they were both touching the same infant.

"Sherlock, no more," John said, his voice breaking. "I can do it without your fingers in me."

Sherlock drew his hand away, peeled off the gloves and stood, instinctively returning to the bed, to his spot behind John. He arranged himself there quickly, Sarah continuing to hold John's leg as she stood at the side of the bed, leaving Sherlock with nothing to do but see to John.

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