The room was dimly lit, the atmosphere thick with the intensity of Sirius's labor. Exhaustion and pain were etched deeply into his face, and his breaths came in ragged, uneven gasps. The contractions had been unyielding, one after another, leaving him in a heightened state of awareness with no break in sight.
Suddenly, a deep, overwhelming pressure gripped Sirius. It was different from the contractions he'd felt before—stronger, more insistent. He moaned in pain, his body arching with the intensity. "Dad…" he gasped, his voice trembling. "I gotta push… it's too much…"
Orion's eyes widened with concern as he immediately recognized the urgency of the situation. He moved swiftly to Sirius's side, placing a steadying hand on his son's shoulder. "Not yet, Sirius," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "I need to check your dilation first. We have to make sure it's the right time."
Sirius's face twisted in agony, his breaths coming in desperate, short bursts. "But it hurts," he cried, tears streaming down his face. "I can't hold it… I need to push…"
Orion's heart ached at the sight of his son's distress, his expression softening with empathy. "I know, sweetheart. I know it's hard. But pushing too early could make things more difficult. Let me check where we are."
He positioned himself carefully, his hands gentle but practiced as he examined Sirius. The room felt still, the only sounds being Sirius's strained moans and Orion's steady reassurances. His touch was calm and focused, his entire attention on Sirius's well-being.
"Almost there, Sirius," Orion said softly, his voice filled with quiet encouragement. "Just a little longer. You're doing so well."
Sirius's body tensed with each wave of pressure, his cries mixing with his effort to resist the urge to push. The sensation was overpowering, a powerful need that made it nearly impossible to stay still. "Please, Dad…" Sirius pleaded, his voice breaking. "It's too much…"
Orion finished his examination, his expression serious but filled with hope. "You're almost fully dilated," he said, his voice steady. "We're very close. I need you to hold on just a bit longer. I promise, it won't be much longer."
Sirius nodded weakly, the urge to push nearly overwhelming him. He clenched his teeth, fighting the intense pressure, but it felt unbearable. The feeling of needing to push was consuming, and every moment without relief seemed endless.
Orion's presence remained a steadying force, his hand firmly on Sirius's shoulder, offering quiet comfort and support. "I'm right here," he said softly. "We're going to get through this together. Just a little more patience."
As the contraction slowly began to ease, Sirius's breathing was labored, heavy with exhaustion. He lay back on the bed, trying to regain some control. The pressure was still there, a constant reminder of what was coming next, but Orion's reassurances brought a moment of calm.
"Thank you, Dad," Sirius murmured, his voice filled with both gratitude and exhaustion. "I'm ready. Just let me know when."
Orion smiled gently, his eyes filled with pride and love. "You're doing an amazing job, Sirius. Just a little bit longer, and you'll be ready to push. We're almost there."
With Orion's support, Sirius took a deep, steadying breath, preparing himself for the final stages of labor. The journey had been long and arduous, but with his father by his side, he felt ready to face whatever came next.
The room was filled with the rhythmic sounds of Sirius's labored breathing and the soft, reassuring murmurs of Orion. The pressure and pain of labor had left Sirius feeling utterly worn, and the bed, once a place of comfort, now seemed to intensify his discomfort. He shifted restlessly, unable to find a position that would ease the pain.
"Dad," Sirius said, his voice strained and desperate. "I need to move. Laying like this… it hurts too much. Please."
Orion's eyes softened with understanding as he saw his son's distress. He gently shifted closer to Sirius, offering his steady presence. "Of course, Sirius," he said soothingly. "Let's find a position that feels better for you."
With great care, Orion helped Sirius roll onto his side, supporting him with cushions and pillows. His hands were steady and gentle, providing comfort as he arranged the bedding to make his son more comfortable.
"There we go," Orion said softly, his voice calm and reassuring. "How does this feel?"
Sirius exhaled deeply, feeling a small measure of relief with the change in position. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to release the tension in his body. The pain didn't fade completely, but the shift helped ease some of the pressure.
"It's better," Sirius murmured, gratitude evident in his voice. "Thank you, Dad. I was starting to feel like I couldn't stay like that any longer."
Orion settled beside him, his hand resting lightly on Sirius's back. "I'm glad it helps," he said gently. "Focus on your breathing and try to relax. You're doing an incredible job, and we're getting closer."
Sirius nodded, taking slow, deep breaths to steady his racing heart. Though the contractions still came, the new position and his father's calming presence made it feel a bit more manageable. He looked at Orion, his eyes filled with both pain and immense gratitude.
"Thanks for being here," Sirius whispered. "I don't know how I'd get through this without you."
Orion smiled warmly, his affection clear. "I wouldn't be anywhere else," he said softly. "You're my son, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what."
As another contraction began to build, Sirius focused on his father's soothing touch and calm words. The pain was still intense, but with Orion by his side, he felt a little more prepared to face it. He took a deep breath, ready to continue, knowing he wasn't alone.
Orion remained close, his touch gentle and reassuring as he supported Sirius through each contraction. The tension in the room began to ease, and in its place, a sense of calm settled over them as father and son navigated the journey of labor together.
