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Normally, I've never, ever, ever gotten into mpreg stories. I just didn't get them. But, after betareading a few, I thought I'd give this a shot.

So…here goes nuthin'…

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Just a few more pushes, Mr. Smythe."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUU!"

"A few more, Mr.-"

"SHUUUUUUUUUT UUUUUUUUUP!"

Silence…..silence….

The wail of a baby's first painful breath filled the room. And then, that was followed by a long, relaxing, and even laborious breath from Sebastian Smythe's mouth. Dave leaned down to kiss him, but Sebastian turned away, desperately gasping for air. He rubbed Sebastian's hand as the wailing stopped.

After several long, tense moments, Sebastian finally garnered enough strength to lift his sweaty head off the pillow. Dave instantly put his hand below Sebastian's neck to provide support. And before he could focus on the obstetrician and nurses, his eyes started to roll back in his head.

Dave held firm. "Seb?"

He swallowed. "Y-yeah?"

"Here she is…"

His peripheral vision failing him, Sebastian turned to his left and saw a blanketed bundle in Dave's other arm. Smiling, Dave handed the blankets over and Sebastian raised his weak arms to accept it. Dave fumbled with the bed's controls and raised the back of it even higher. Sebastian unwrapped the blankets and looked down.

And there she was. A little, red, blotchy bologna loaf of an infant.

His daughter.

Their daughter.

Their beautiful daughter.

He heard Dave chuckle, reaching for the infant's tiny hands. They both smiled.

"So," Dave softly began, "what should we name her?"

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ONE MONTH EARLIER

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"Seb! Be careful!" Dave yelled from across the room.

"Oh shut up! I'm fine." Sebastian replied, dropping a grocery bag full of baby supplies and other kitchen items.

"I just don't want-"

"Dave? I mean this with all the love in my heart…" Sebastian dropped his car keys on the kitchen table and determinedly looked at his boyfriend. "Shut the fuck up."

Dave chuckled. "Yes sir!"

The boys shared a laugh. It was a quiet, otherwise peaceful evening in the Karofsky-Smythe household. Their two-story house on Grant Avenue in downtown Lima was almost ready for their impending arrival. And, of course, they were scared out of their wits.

"Here," Dave began, getting up, "let me."

He crossed the room and took over emptying the bag and setting supplies where they were stored. Sebastian simply stood there, marveling at how his boyfriend was so supportive, so helpful…and such a slave.

"Alright, alright…." Sebastian said with a wave of his hand.

"Go sit down." Dave gently ordered, a package of diapers in one hand, and Sebastian's small yet firm shoulder in the other. He turned Sebastian towards the living room, a physical suggestion to go sit down.

Smiling, Sebastian walked through the room and sat down on the couch. He admired his ability to get Dave to do whatever he wanted.

I should get pregnant more often, Sebastian thought.

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