Spain's eyes flew open as he gasped into the darkness of the room, scrambling to sit up the bed jered and bounced beneath his movements causing ROmano to grumble out in his sleep as Spain hurriedly swung his legs over the side of the bed. The dream had been so vivid, so sensory that to find himself in the dark bedroom was a shock. It sent waves of longing through him as the baby within him kicked at him fiercely as if angry that he had moved so suddenly and his hand came down to stroke his large belly sighing out to himself quietly as he stood off the bed padding around the bed to get to the bathroom. This pregnancy had come with it's challenges and it's praises but Spain hated having to use the bathroom so frequently in the dead of the night and as he stepped out into the hallway making his way to the bathroom he'd been surprise to find his stomach snarling. Hungry? He was hungry? He pursed his lips together as he flicked the bathroom light on and shutting the door behind him as he turned to the toilet, pushing his pants down and sitting he sighed softly to himself at the relief that flowed throuhg him. The baby punched at him fiercely with their little fists and Spain chucked softly as he rubbed the little lumps that formed on the side of his stomach from the baby's fierce hits. He hadn't spoken it aloud to Romano but he secretly hoped that the baby would be a little girl. When they had been asked if they wanted to know the sex of the baby they'd said no because they wanted it to be a surprise when the baby finally came but Spain could only see a little girl in his head that would resemble her father strongly. A little feminine Romano in his arms. The thought, as always, sent warmth through his veins.
Perhaps they're family would be complete with a little girl. Spain loved the thought of a little baby in his arms that resembled his Romano to a T and he loved the idea of having another mini Romano running around the house looing for some kind of mischief to get into just lie Cristiano did. Spain was eager to give birth just so he could see who the baby would look like, who the baby would act like and it felt like the longest time to wait three more months for the baby to come but they wanted the child to be healthy more than anything. It didn't matter what gender the baby was, boy or girl, all Spain wanted was for the baby to be healthy and happy. All he wanted was to be able to hold his baby in his arms and to love the little nudger inside of him as fervently as the baby must love him. Of course, Romano wanted to know the gender and so in private he had been told the gender but had made no slip ups so far as to what the gender was and Spain was absolutely thankful for his husband's ability to keep a secret. Spain hummed as he pulled his pants up and flushed the toilet then opened the door padding out into the hallway as he made his way back towards his bedroom with a happy humming. The baby kicked as insistently as Romano nudged him in the night and it made Spain smile as he pressed a hand to his belly stroking affectionately the curve of his stomach. He felt huge at six months that he honestly couldn't imagine how much bigger he would get in the next three months and he laughed quietly to himself as he entered the bedroom twisting to shut the door behind him. Then he felt it.
It was almost like a slight popping sensation inside of him, like a water balloon too full popping in his hands and he blinked when he felt wetness beginning to seep out of him making him blink in surprise as he reached behind him rubbing the wet fabric then lifting his hand up sniffing then tilting his head as no smell registered. He walked across the dark bedroom to the dresser drawer where he pulled out a fresh pair of boxers and a new pair of pajama pants. He wriggled and pushed his wet pants down stepping out of them and climbing into the dry clothing and tossed the wet fabric into the hamper then walked towards the bed where he climbed in sighing softly as he snuggled down into the mattress then rolled over cuddling up to Romano who grunted in hi ssleep and the Spanish Nation happily pressed his cheek against the back of Romano's shoulder, his lashes fluttering against his chee as he wrapped an arm around Romano's waist. His bac curved to Spain's bump and the Spanish Nation found himself yawning rather largely when he felt the first wave of pain. It was intense and deep inside of him fanning outwards until it had swallowed up his entire hip region and had him gasping much like he had when he'd awoen and his eyes flew open when he felt his stomach tense under this wave of pain. The baby seemed to be kicking wildly in response to the sudden pain that gripped him but the Spaniard quickly squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in Romano's shoulder. It would go away. He just needed to get some sleep and drink some water in the morning. It would go away on it's own, he was sure of it.
When Spain's eyes opened for a second time he wished he hadn't. He was sure that he was thrown into Hell if the agony in his lower half was anything to go by and he rolled onto his bac groaning to himself as pressed his fingers against the side of his stomach. He peeled his eyes apart staring up at the ceiling dazedly as a wave of pain crashed over Spain causing his legs to jump away from one another as his stomach tensed under this wave of pain and he groaned under his breath when he rolled his head to find Romano sleeping beside him. He rolled his head to the left to gaze at his alarm clock finding the glowing numbers to be a comfort before rolling his head to stare up at the ceiling once again. Just what was going on? He felt his heart begin to fly against his chest when he rolled onto his side only to groan when his legs pressed together then reached out for Romano only to find himself alone. He felt a moment of abandonment s he pushed himself into a sitting position only to moan this time as he swung his feet over the bed and he stood to his feet only to fall right bac on his ass as he cried out at the crippling pain that had radiated down his legs. He forced himself to his feet once again while gritting his teeth and he began shuffling around the bed at a slow but even pace as he blinked sluggishly while his mind struggle to wrap itself around the pain that was clouding it. He got to the bedroom door pulling it open and gripping onto the door frame with all of his strength as he shuffled out into the hallway eyeing the stair case. Just a little further was all he had to go. Just a little more to go and he'd be downstairs. He braced his shoulder against the wall and began waling down the hall at a slow shuffling speed that felt more like agony with each step he too forward.
He felt like he was dying. He was clawing at the wall in order to feel some other pain but the aching radiating pain streaking from his hips down to his toes refused to abate and he felt the strongest urge to push but he fought that urge down. He couldn't afford to do something like that. Not unless he was in the bathroom. He eyed the bathroom on his way past but he decided to ignore it as he reached the stairs and leaned his weight into his hands as he began taking the steps one at a time and he whimpered when his knees shook. He made his way down the stairs slowly as he sniffled lightly as he got to the bottom of those stairs and shuffled into the living room where he fell onto the couch unable to go further as he gasped for breath around the pain that was assaulting him. He decided to kick off his pajama pants, hesitated, then pushed his boxers down to his knees and hesitantly he reached down and back to his entrance then nearly screamed when he felt something bulging there. "Romano! Romano, come here! Help me! Something's coming out of me!"
Romano, upon hearing the frantic shrieks,rushed into the living room where he was greeted to the sight of Spain pushing his pants off while angling his hips over the couch with tears in his wide green eyes. Romano rushed over to the Spaniard pressing a hand onto his shoulder he then pushed the Spanish Nation backwards that way he could peer between his legs only to jerk upwards meeting those wet eyes. He didn't know what to say right away but as those tears fell down pale cheeks Romano reached out cupping his face brushing his thumbs against his wet cheeks with a strange croon on his lips as he then leaned in kissing his forehead. "Toni, did your water break last night?" Spain shrugged his shoulders with a whimper and the Italian looked at him feeling a sharp stab of worry. "Do you think you'll make it to the hospital?"
"No! No, the baby's coming now! I'm scared, Lovi! It's too soon!" Spain cried out as he gripped the cushions of the couch and before he knew it he was pushing with the next crescendo of pain and ROmano yelped standing up rushing from the room leaving the Spanish Nation alone much to his horror. He screamed Romano's name only to hear feet on the floor and the Italian reappeared with a large towel in his hands. He squatted down between Spain's legs making him breath out in relief but he stared down at Romano with tears in his eyes. "Lovi, do you think the baby is going to be okay? I didn't even do anything would break my water I promise! I just went to the bathroom!" He howled these words through a particularly painful contraction as he strained and yet it felt like the baby wasn't moving in the slightest bit and he growled under his breath.
"It's fine, Toni. We'll go to the hospital right after you get this little shit out and they'll make sure that you and the baby are alright, just focus on getting him out." Romano coached as he rubbed Spain's knees while the Spaniard whimpered softly and he squeezed those knees tightly as the Spaniard began pushing again in time with the contractions that came and went. Coming and going, coming and going, the pain was worse than Spain had ever imagined. He thought ROmano's screaming during Cristiano's birth had been wild then the sounds coming out of his own mouth were absolutely feral as he howled and screamed at the pain that rocked through him over and over again. He clawed at the cushions with his nails wishing he could rip them apart underneath him as he pushed and he found the look of determination on Romano's face was rather charming as his light green eyes focused on the entrance of his where the baby was coming ever so slowly.
Spain had been in labor for five hours. Five hours of sleeping through the contractions and yet he'd been incredibly restless after his bathroom trip early in the morning but now he was positively in agony. He had promised France he'd come to a meeting today to help plan his wedding but instead the baby seemed to have different plans for the family. He screamed as he beat his fists into the cushions as he growled and then screamed at the pain that ripped throuhg him. He was straining and straining but it felt like he was getting positively nowhere as he panted. He growled through clenched teeth as he pushed again and this time he felt something sliding slightly out of him and he gasped for air as his head spun wildly at the slight give which prompted him to push again on the next contraction as he ground his teeth together fiercely. He screamed throuhg his clenched teeth as he beat his hands against the cushions and clawed at the fabric fiercely as he gasped for breath when a knocking at the door made both men turn towards the front door and Romano cursed. "Goddammit! I forgot Veni was coming today!" He hissed the words then turned to the front door again. "Come in!"
The door flew open with a cheerful "Ve~!" ringing out. "Fratello! I have something very important too-Uwaa! What's going on? Is Big Brother Spain giving birth?" Italy yelped as he appeared in the doorway looking in at the bloody scene and both men looked up locking eyes before looking over at Italy and Germany who both had faces of surprise. The younger Italian brother then rushed into the room sitting down next to Spain and gripping his tense arm fiercely when those green eyes flickered to him to see a loo of determination on his face that was similar to Romano's. "Don't worry, Big Brother! The baby just wanted to said ciao a bit earlier than normal is all! Don't look so sad! I had my twins at six months and they were tiny little things but they're healthy as horses today! Take deep breathes in between your pushing so you don't hyperventilate or anything of the sort."
"Thank you, Feli." Spain whispered throuhg the pain that caused his body to twitch sporadically as he tensed with this new contraction rattling throuhg him causing him to scream as he pushed fiercely, gathering his strength for this push and he gasped after it was over. Germany came to stand behind Romano and the Italian shot look over his shoulder at the German but Spain's shriek of pain had Romano turning his head straight as he gripped the baby's head and began to lightly pull as Spain pushed fiercely. It was easy to pull gently but Spain's screams were lashing and cutting Romano with each sound that flew from his lips but this time when he gasped it was with such clear relief that Romano himself felt. The baby spluttered for breath a few times but eventually caught his breath and screamed at the top of his lungs with all the vitality an infant could possess as he shrieked while flailing his little arms and legs as if displeased he'd come out so early. He wrapped the bloody thing up into the towel when Germany waled towards the kitchen leaving Romano to marvel over the sight of the baby.
Despite the blood smearing his skin his hair was a dark brown that matched his own and when his eyes opened on a whimper the irises were an astonishing but very familiar light green that matched Romano's. "Toni. Toni, he loos like me!" Romano spoke with a reverence that Spain opened his eyes at and the sight of Romano marveling over the baby was a sight that Spain wasn't lightly to forget in a million years. Germany walked back in with a knife in his hand and handed Spain it allowing the Spaniard to cut the umbilical cord while Italy gazed curiously at the little baby in Romano's arms with a longing in those brown eyes that Spain felt himself. Romano, as if sensing this, turned and smiled at Spain as he passed hi mthe baby. "Look at our bambino. Look at him, all ten toes and all ten fingers. He's beautiful."
"He's so tiny." Spain murmured as he looked down at the baby in his arms and he clutched said baby to his chest as he whined squirming in the towel he was wrapped in making both parents smile softly. "We're going to have to tell Cris that we had the baby. We'll have to video chat with him as soon as possible so he can see his little brother." He then laughed happily, drowsily as he bent down kissing his head making the baby whine in response and Romano laughed as the baby continued to whine while Spain smiled. "He's just like you, a little complainer. Our sweet little boy." He smiled tiredly as his arms trembled and the Italian too the bloody baby from the Spaniard who wanted longer to look at his baby but he found himself very tired and he yawned widely then looked to his husband who was watching him worriedly.
"Potato bastard, I want you to carry Toni. I'll hold the baby but we need to get them both to the hospital to make sure they're fine." Romano ordered in a sharp tone that made Spain drowsily smile as he was helped to his feet and he was sighing with relief at the lack of pain but he did feel uncomfortable inside his own body. It was almost as if there was something still left inside of him and while his rational mind knew it was the placenta his tired brain couldn't figure it out. He leaned firmly against Germany as they shuffled across the living room, drops of blood landing on the carpet from between Spain's entrance and Romano watched just as worriedly as Italy did as the two Italian's followed after Spain and Germany. As they stepped out into the warmth Spain squinted and he could hear his baby whining loudly at the sunlight no doubt blinding his precious eyes and Spain looked over his shoulder worriedly only to find Romano was hushing the baby quietly in italian.
Spain was helped into the car when a blanket was wrapped around his legs and waist which he was grateful for when he watched Germany shut the door then run around to the drivers side while Italy and Romano climbed into the back seat looking from the baby to Spain with worried looks. "Don't worry, mi amor, I'm just fine! Just a little sleepy." Spain murmured as the car started up with a quiet purr that did little to keep the Spaniard conscious but he fought valiantly against the exhaustion that was seeming to claw at him insistently and so he twisted to loo at the baby. "I thought of a name for him, Lovi. It's that nice one we both liked. Salvador. Little Sal. It just rolls off the tongue doesn't it?" He could tell that his voice was growing dreamy as he looked at his tiny son feeling a stab of worry pierce throuhg his tired, dreamy sensations. "Do you think he's alright? Because he came three months early."
"He'll be fine and you'll be fine. Just focus on staying away for me." Romano replied then as he adjusted his hold on the whining baby who seemed displeased and Italy leaned over cooing over the baby as he touched his little cheek with the back of his finger as the car backed out of the driveway. Romano would have loved to look at the baby further and gaw at the sight of a baby identical to himself but his worry refused to let him look away from his husband who was slumping against the window. He knew it was just exhaustion but with the man being older there was clear reasons to be worried for the man but as the baby cried out the Spaniard jerked upwards and whipped around with an alert light to his green eyes before slumping into the seat to find there was nothing to worry about. This was the routine as Germany drove them to the hospital and as he clutched the whining baby to his chest he couldn't help but feel a warmth at the fact that their son seemed to be just healthy. All he wanted for was him to be healthy and for Spain to be alright. Once those two things were assured he knew they'd worry about other things later. Everything would come as he sought fit and he wanted more than anything for his son and husband to adjust to this newness. To the brilliant days that they had ahead of them.