Wanda is at the house with Eunice and Frank. Dracula has the Headless Hearseman on call at a moment's notice to taxi her to the hospital if necessary. Eunice has been her midwife for quite a few of the recent whelpings, and has proven herself innately adept at the use of the surgical needle and thread. The elder females of her litters probably wouldn't be too phased by the birthing process, but have shown preference to staying out of it. Mavis, having always been confined to the castle during the times of Wanda's whelpings insists on being taken to the cave. Johnny goes, but has no desire to witness the screaming miracle of birth. He joins Frank in keeping the werewolf kids entertained.
Her body having grown used to pushing baby werewolves out of it, Wanda's contractions felt little more than indigestion if not mild cramps. She really doesn't pay attention to how far apart they are until her water breaks in the middle of a storytelling session with the kids and company.
Before the first pup gets too far into entering the world, Eunice asks Wanda if she wants to do it naturally or cesarean. From prior experience, they know that both will end up with Eunice stitching her up. When Eunice had first brought up the notion of cesarean sections, Wanda had been reluctant. Werewolf babies were smaller than human babies but bigger than wolf cubs, and Wanda kept hoping that on the next litter her nethers would get accustomed to their size. Unfortunately, though her womb seemed eager to grow multiple human fetus capacity, the tunnel out to a degree and the gate most stubbornly didn't want to stretch beyond anything more than what could bearably squeeze out a wolf cub.
Eunice detested the sight of gratuitous blood and pain, and Wanda conceded that she loved being pregnant, and loved holding her newborn kids in her arms, but the actual birthing process gave her chills. As such it soon came to be that more times than not, the kids were born via cesarean. This time, since Mavis was there, Wanda opted to birth the first one naturally, and then have Eunice open her up and remove the rest. With that out of the way, Wanda then chomps down on her favorite birthing stick.
Eunice, who's yelling at Wayne through the phone, is with her and Frank is with the kids at home. Her contractions are getting close. The first cub would probably be out within the hour.
Eunice stared aghast at the phone; the dial tone background noise to Wanda's labored huffing and puffing. Wanda was squeezing hard on her other hand, but Eunice's attention was on the she-wolf's husband.
To Wanda, that was one of the biggest benefits to having Eunice as her midwife. She was purely a creature of beauty. Like her husband, what was long time ago in many other bodies her nervous system had replaced her cardiovascular system, and what would be her cardiovascular system pumped, if anything, embalming fluid. Wanda thought she remembered Eunice gloating something about moisturizing cream being in her veins being the secret to her flawless appearance.
Point being, Wanda couldn't, wouldn't hurt Eunice even now as she redirected the pain racking her body. If she did manage to crush Eunice's porcelain-like hand in a fit of contractions, Frank would find her another one that equally fit her esteemed taste.
"I understand that these are your umpteenth cubs and everything, but, good Lord, could he sound any more disinterested that you're here, sweating blood, sweat, and tears over pushing out the fruits of seeds he put in you!", the female flesh golem screamed, putting the phone to Wanda's ear so she could hear that there was no longer anyone on the other line.
"He's not disinterested, Eunice. He very much loves me. And all our cubs. Always has. Always will", Wanda sighed, resting before the next contraction.
"Is he on his way? Is he even thinking of coming over here today?"
Wanda turned her head, and smiled wearily at the annoyed stitched and dolled up face of the independent lady beside her. Shaking her head, but with a faraway twinkle in her eyes, she replied, "Probably not."
"Then how can you say he loves you and the cubs if he-", Eunice started, but Wanda grabbed her perfectly manicured and moisturized hands and squeezed hard as another contraction racked the she-wolf.
When it had passed, Wanda again turned her head towards Eunice, but this time reached over with her other hand to be taken.
"He may not be here tonight, but when I get discharged and he does get here, he will carry me all the way across town and forest to home on his back, his new cubs cradled happily in his arms if I ask him to. He may not be here to hold my hand, but no matter how long or hectic his workdays been, he'll come home each and every night and change diapers, sweep and scrub floors, do laundry, cook dinner, and put the cubs to bed, and make sure I'm as comfortable as monsterly possible for as long as I need him to without a single grumble or growl."
As Wanda started huffing and puffing again through another contraction, and the doctor stated the first cub was crowning, Eunice muttered to herself, "I'm lucky if I can get Frank to remember to take out the garbage on trash day."