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Pairing: V/O
Rating: Something between PG-13 and R (methinks).
Beta: None. Mistakes are my own.
Warnings: Mpreg!
Disclaimer: If mpreg squicks you, don't read. If it doesn't bother you, go ahead and plunge in. This has absolutely no relation to the truth. I don't know the men, nor do I make money with imagining things.
Summary: The fruit of love has arrived!
The waters had broken on the afternoon. Orlando had been napping when he felt an odd sensation taking over his body. He sat up on the couch he was resting on alerting Viggo who was trying to paint his sleeping beauty.
"What is it? Everything okay?" Viggo asked putting down the brush and pallette.
"I'm not entirely sure." Orlando said shuddering as a warm wave brushed over him. Something caught Viggo's attention between Orlando's legs. A wet patch had appeared and kept growing in Orlando's gray sweatpants.
"The waters broke."
"What?" Orlando asked confused.
"Your waters broke. Look." Viggo said pointing towards Orlando's groin.
"Oh, man. Now I made a mess."
"Don't worry. We'll get the couch cleaned."
Nodding Orlando pushed himself up. He went to change his clothes and pack a bag. His doctor had advised him to come to maternity center as soon as the waters broke. Male pregnancies were still very uncommon, the background of how it's even possible hadn't fully been cleared out, didn't have a full scientific base.
Orlando was glad this pregnancy, his first ever, had been fairly easy. He had had morning sickness of course, or all-time sickness as Orlando liked to call it, but only for the first trimester. After that he had felt fine. Every once in a while he had felt as if someone was piching him inwardly, and at first he had thought it was something serious. Only when he learned it was normal, that the womb was only stretching and growing, calmed him down. Sure, the baby had occasionally had football matches or tried to fight against Mike Tyson. Orlando had tried to soothe the baby by rubbing his stomach and talking with a calm voice.
By the time Orlando had changed his clothes and packed the bag Viggo was waiting at the door. The engine of their black Audi was running and the door of the passinger side was open.
"You ready?" Viggo asked taking the bag from Orlando and putting it to the trunk.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
Orlando's face showed minor discomfort as he sat inside the car. He was experiencing increasing pain inside his stomach. He knew his body was adjusting itself for the birth and it was okay to feel that way. He had never liked to be in pain of any kind, this was no different. Soon the first real contraction hit him. Orlando gasped and clutched his stomach and waited for the pain to subside. Viggo had a hard time driving as he was constantly checking up on Orlando's condition.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Y...yeah. Just...a contraction... I think." Orlando said through gritted teeth. He took a deep breath when the supposed contraction wore off.
"Fuck, but that hurt."
Viggo made a mental note to drive a little faster. He didn't want for Orlando to suffer for long.
~*~*~
They made their entrance through the "back door". There were too many people in the admittance/waiting room and they didn't want to share their happy news just yet. They will have a public announcement made a little later. Viggo had made a call to Orlando's doctor and he was waiting for them with his team. There was a bed waiting for Orlando and he lay down onto it as soon as he could.
As they had settled into a private room the doctor did a check up to find out how far the labour was. When that had been done and gotten over with, one of the nurses opened an IV line just to support the labour there was ahead. Orlando wouldn't be ready to push for many hours but it was good to prepare.
"How are you feeling?" Viggo asked as he settled himself next to Orlando on a chair. He was holding Orlando's hand in his and rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb.
"Very pregnant." Orlando answered smiling. Letting go of Orlando's hand Viggo rummaged through the bag Orlando had packed. Finding what he was looking for he stood up and backed away a few steps.
"I shouldn't have packed your camera." Orlando laughed. Smirking Viggo took the picture.
"You know I couldn't resist photographing you and this moment. I need to capture the beauty."
"Bugger off."
Viggo laughed out loud. He had slowly driven Orlando mad with his photographing. Orlando had been radiating through the pregnancy, had been a constant inspiration to Viggo and his various forms of art. Viggo had continuously explained Orlando was a rare sight and that's why there was a shoe box filled with pictures of a pregnant Orlando, in various stages of the pregnancy, his studio full of small canvases painted in blazing colors, notebook after notebook after small sketches and poems.
"Prepare yourself, sunshine..." Viggo began.
"As soon as you are holding our baby, I'll take the next one." Viggo smirked and Orlando groaned but he had a smile on his face.
"You and your fixation..." Orlando said fondly and shook his head.
Not soon he squeezed his eyes together and gritted his teeth. Taking a long shuddering breath he waited for the pain to wear off.
"Fucking hell, I hate these." Orlando said as soon as he was able to breathe normally again.
"I hate them too because they hurt you." Viggo said stroking Orlando's forehead.
~*~*~
When the time had come it was a new dawn already. The maternity center was quiet except for two rooms. A woman was clearly giving birth if the moans and shouts were anything to go by. Orlando was naked, standing in front of a birthing tub eyeing the bubbling water. Viggo was right behind him in his swimshorts. Viggo helped Orlando step over the tub ledge and into a sitting position before he took his place behind Orlando's back.
Spreading his legs and enjoying the relaxing warmth of the water Orlando waited for the next contraction to hit. His doctor was inside the room standing aside from the tub. An experienced midwife gave Orlando instructions to start pushing downwards whenever the next contraction hit. There also were students present keeping Orlando in position through the birth.
When the contraction hit, Orlando pushed counting to ten before he released his breath. His face was contorted in pain because as the baby's head moved in the birth canal, it hurt. Viggo was wiping his forehead with a cool and damp towel whispering encouraging words into his ear. After what seemed like an eternity the head midwife broke the haze Orlando was in.
"Dip your hand into the water. Feel the baby's head."
Orlando did so and nearly broke down. A broken 'Oh, God' escaped his lips. With the next push the head was completely out. Orlando pleaded for a brief pause so he could gather himself up back together and build strength for the rest. Taking a few deep breaths he continued.
Minutes ticked by. Orlando felt he would never get the baby out but then he felt a huge relief washing over him as the baby boy was finally out and lifted against his chest. The midwife rubbed his back a little and then the strong cry came. Orlando was trembling and chanting 'My baby, my baby' while Viggo lost it completely. He dropped his head on Orlando's shoulder and cried.
"Viggo, would you do the honors?" the doctor asked. Viggo opened his eyes and looked up. The doctor was holding a pair of surgical scissors in his hand. With trembling fingers Viggo took the offered item and cut the cord.
This event was exceptionally emotional for Viggo because he had missed Henry's birth with a few hours. Now, he had wanted to be present in every stage.
"Congratulations, Orlando and Viggo. You have a baby boy. Have you thought of a name yet?" the midwife asked taking the baby from Orlando and gently carrying it to a check up table.
Orlando looked at Viggo a silly smile on his face. Then he nodded.
"Joshua."
"Joshua it is!" the midwife announced happily and wrote the name down to two name tags: one for the baby and one for Orlando. She took the temperature, measured how tall the baby was and weighed him. Then she put tiny yellow socks on, a tiny light blue hat and wrapped Joshua to a fluffy cloth. Then she handed him to Viggo.
Viggo continued to cry and he couldn't help but fall in love with the miniature Orlando in his arms. Joshua resembled him a lot as well, with the tiny dent in his chin, and his nose. Joshua's eyes seemed to be brown, he had a mop of dark curls on his head and the outline of his mouth was exactly like Orlando's.
Orlando stayed inside the tub for a while longer waiting for the placenta and everything else to come out. The midwife and the students made sure there wasn't any bleeding, or ruptures anywhere before they helped Orlando put sweatpants on and lie back down onto the bed.
~*~*~
Back inside the private room Orlando and Viggo were getting to know the newest addition to their family. Baby Joshua had already won his parents' hearts completely even though he was an hour old. Viggo grabbed the camera again and took a picture of a tired but smiling Orlando and soundly sleeping Joshua in his arms. Bending over the railing of the bed Viggo rubbed his nose against Orlando's before giving him a loving kiss. Then he touched Joshua's forehead with his fingertips and pressed his lips softly against the soft skin.
The End
Author:
obvmluverPairing: V/O
Rating: Something between PG-13 and R (methinks).
Beta: None. Mistakes are my own.
Warnings: Mpreg!
Disclaimer: If mpreg squicks you, don't read. If it doesn't bother you, go ahead and plunge in. This has absolutely no relation to the truth. I don't know the men, nor do I make money with imagining things.
Summary: The fruit of love has arrived!
The waters had broken on the afternoon. Orlando had been napping when he felt an odd sensation taking over his body. He sat up on the couch he was resting on alerting Viggo who was trying to paint his sleeping beauty.
"What is it? Everything okay?" Viggo asked putting down the brush and pallette.
"I'm not entirely sure." Orlando said shuddering as a warm wave brushed over him. Something caught Viggo's attention between Orlando's legs. A wet patch had appeared and kept growing in Orlando's gray sweatpants.
"The waters broke."
"What?" Orlando asked confused.
"Your waters broke. Look." Viggo said pointing towards Orlando's groin.
"Oh, man. Now I made a mess."
"Don't worry. We'll get the couch cleaned."
Nodding Orlando pushed himself up. He went to change his clothes and pack a bag. His doctor had advised him to come to maternity center as soon as the waters broke. Male pregnancies were still very uncommon, the background of how it's even possible hadn't fully been cleared out, didn't have a full scientific base.
Orlando was glad this pregnancy, his first ever, had been fairly easy. He had had morning sickness of course, or all-time sickness as Orlando liked to call it, but only for the first trimester. After that he had felt fine. Every once in a while he had felt as if someone was piching him inwardly, and at first he had thought it was something serious. Only when he learned it was normal, that the womb was only stretching and growing, calmed him down. Sure, the baby had occasionally had football matches or tried to fight against Mike Tyson. Orlando had tried to soothe the baby by rubbing his stomach and talking with a calm voice.
By the time Orlando had changed his clothes and packed the bag Viggo was waiting at the door. The engine of their black Audi was running and the door of the passinger side was open.
"You ready?" Viggo asked taking the bag from Orlando and putting it to the trunk.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
Orlando's face showed minor discomfort as he sat inside the car. He was experiencing increasing pain inside his stomach. He knew his body was adjusting itself for the birth and it was okay to feel that way. He had never liked to be in pain of any kind, this was no different. Soon the first real contraction hit him. Orlando gasped and clutched his stomach and waited for the pain to subside. Viggo had a hard time driving as he was constantly checking up on Orlando's condition.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Y...yeah. Just...a contraction... I think." Orlando said through gritted teeth. He took a deep breath when the supposed contraction wore off.
"Fuck, but that hurt."
Viggo made a mental note to drive a little faster. He didn't want for Orlando to suffer for long.
~*~*~
They made their entrance through the "back door". There were too many people in the admittance/waiting room and they didn't want to share their happy news just yet. They will have a public announcement made a little later. Viggo had made a call to Orlando's doctor and he was waiting for them with his team. There was a bed waiting for Orlando and he lay down onto it as soon as he could.
As they had settled into a private room the doctor did a check up to find out how far the labour was. When that had been done and gotten over with, one of the nurses opened an IV line just to support the labour there was ahead. Orlando wouldn't be ready to push for many hours but it was good to prepare.
"How are you feeling?" Viggo asked as he settled himself next to Orlando on a chair. He was holding Orlando's hand in his and rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb.
"Very pregnant." Orlando answered smiling. Letting go of Orlando's hand Viggo rummaged through the bag Orlando had packed. Finding what he was looking for he stood up and backed away a few steps.
"I shouldn't have packed your camera." Orlando laughed. Smirking Viggo took the picture.
"You know I couldn't resist photographing you and this moment. I need to capture the beauty."
"Bugger off."
Viggo laughed out loud. He had slowly driven Orlando mad with his photographing. Orlando had been radiating through the pregnancy, had been a constant inspiration to Viggo and his various forms of art. Viggo had continuously explained Orlando was a rare sight and that's why there was a shoe box filled with pictures of a pregnant Orlando, in various stages of the pregnancy, his studio full of small canvases painted in blazing colors, notebook after notebook after small sketches and poems.
"Prepare yourself, sunshine..." Viggo began.
"As soon as you are holding our baby, I'll take the next one." Viggo smirked and Orlando groaned but he had a smile on his face.
"You and your fixation..." Orlando said fondly and shook his head.
Not soon he squeezed his eyes together and gritted his teeth. Taking a long shuddering breath he waited for the pain to wear off.
"Fucking hell, I hate these." Orlando said as soon as he was able to breathe normally again.
"I hate them too because they hurt you." Viggo said stroking Orlando's forehead.
~*~*~
When the time had come it was a new dawn already. The maternity center was quiet except for two rooms. A woman was clearly giving birth if the moans and shouts were anything to go by. Orlando was naked, standing in front of a birthing tub eyeing the bubbling water. Viggo was right behind him in his swimshorts. Viggo helped Orlando step over the tub ledge and into a sitting position before he took his place behind Orlando's back.
Spreading his legs and enjoying the relaxing warmth of the water Orlando waited for the next contraction to hit. His doctor was inside the room standing aside from the tub. An experienced midwife gave Orlando instructions to start pushing downwards whenever the next contraction hit. There also were students present keeping Orlando in position through the birth.
When the contraction hit, Orlando pushed counting to ten before he released his breath. His face was contorted in pain because as the baby's head moved in the birth canal, it hurt. Viggo was wiping his forehead with a cool and damp towel whispering encouraging words into his ear. After what seemed like an eternity the head midwife broke the haze Orlando was in.
"Dip your hand into the water. Feel the baby's head."
Orlando did so and nearly broke down. A broken 'Oh, God' escaped his lips. With the next push the head was completely out. Orlando pleaded for a brief pause so he could gather himself up back together and build strength for the rest. Taking a few deep breaths he continued.
Minutes ticked by. Orlando felt he would never get the baby out but then he felt a huge relief washing over him as the baby boy was finally out and lifted against his chest. The midwife rubbed his back a little and then the strong cry came. Orlando was trembling and chanting 'My baby, my baby' while Viggo lost it completely. He dropped his head on Orlando's shoulder and cried.
"Viggo, would you do the honors?" the doctor asked. Viggo opened his eyes and looked up. The doctor was holding a pair of surgical scissors in his hand. With trembling fingers Viggo took the offered item and cut the cord.
This event was exceptionally emotional for Viggo because he had missed Henry's birth with a few hours. Now, he had wanted to be present in every stage.
"Congratulations, Orlando and Viggo. You have a baby boy. Have you thought of a name yet?" the midwife asked taking the baby from Orlando and gently carrying it to a check up table.
Orlando looked at Viggo a silly smile on his face. Then he nodded.
"Joshua."
"Joshua it is!" the midwife announced happily and wrote the name down to two name tags: one for the baby and one for Orlando. She took the temperature, measured how tall the baby was and weighed him. Then she put tiny yellow socks on, a tiny light blue hat and wrapped Joshua to a fluffy cloth. Then she handed him to Viggo.
Viggo continued to cry and he couldn't help but fall in love with the miniature Orlando in his arms. Joshua resembled him a lot as well, with the tiny dent in his chin, and his nose. Joshua's eyes seemed to be brown, he had a mop of dark curls on his head and the outline of his mouth was exactly like Orlando's.
Orlando stayed inside the tub for a while longer waiting for the placenta and everything else to come out. The midwife and the students made sure there wasn't any bleeding, or ruptures anywhere before they helped Orlando put sweatpants on and lie back down onto the bed.
~*~*~
Back inside the private room Orlando and Viggo were getting to know the newest addition to their family. Baby Joshua had already won his parents' hearts completely even though he was an hour old. Viggo grabbed the camera again and took a picture of a tired but smiling Orlando and soundly sleeping Joshua in his arms. Bending over the railing of the bed Viggo rubbed his nose against Orlando's before giving him a loving kiss. Then he touched Joshua's forehead with his fingertips and pressed his lips softly against the soft skin.
The End
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Date: 2008-09-26 10:00 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2008-09-26 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-26 10:16 pm (UTC)Lovely hun!
*dances and chants* It's a boy! It's a boy!
Thanks for sharing, hugs and kisses!
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Date: 2008-09-26 11:32 pm (UTC)Thank you for commenting. =D
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Date: 2008-09-26 10:20 pm (UTC)On another note:
Seems to me that HE's got to have a lot more then just a big one down there to have delivered little Joshua by natural birth.
Loved the delivery,
Silverpantera
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Date: 2008-09-26 11:29 pm (UTC)And I took the idea of the waters breaking from life experience. The waters broke at home, mom has told me, when I decided now it was time. =D
Anyway, thank you for your lovely words. =D
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Date: 2008-09-27 12:39 am (UTC)Thank you for your comment. =D
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Date: 2008-09-27 12:51 am (UTC)Lovely story.
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Date: 2008-09-27 01:48 am (UTC)Thank you so much.
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Date: 2008-09-27 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 09:34 am (UTC)I love mpregs and i've read all that you've put out there and I must say, you do a really great mpreg *hugs*
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Date: 2008-09-29 09:58 am (UTC)Aw, thank you!