Miles almost shakes Kurt off, almost kicks at them to send them sprawling into the mess of fluids on the ground -- but there's a different pitch to their pleas now, a sort of panic that makes him pause. Beneath the blood, he can see they're carrying differently, there's been a shift -- whether because of the fear or the pain or the bleeding out, something has irrevocably happened.
All business, tucking his spent cock back in his pants, Miles reaches out with one cool hand to press against Kurt's stomach. They're definitely carrying lower, the pup inside them having moved, ready to come out. Too soon -- he'd thought there'd be another few days, at least. The midwife he'd paid off is in town, won't venture up towards the cabin until he sends for her, which he'd planned to do -- damn it.
Too late now. "You're in labor," Miles offers bluntly, irritated, like the most frightening, horrific moment of Kurt's life is simply a major inconvenience to him. He feels their muscles go tight, contracting, then relaxing, times it mentally before standing. "Count how long between each contraction," he commands, going for the bandages, the washbasin, annoyance evident in every movement. When Kurt doesn't immediately comply, he smacks the side of their head, hard, repeating: "Count. If you're too far along, there's no time to get anyone else, you'll have to do it alone."
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Date: 2023-12-16 01:19 am (UTC)All business, tucking his spent cock back in his pants, Miles reaches out with one cool hand to press against Kurt's stomach. They're definitely carrying lower, the pup inside them having moved, ready to come out. Too soon -- he'd thought there'd be another few days, at least. The midwife he'd paid off is in town, won't venture up towards the cabin until he sends for her, which he'd planned to do -- damn it.
Too late now. "You're in labor," Miles offers bluntly, irritated, like the most frightening, horrific moment of Kurt's life is simply a major inconvenience to him. He feels their muscles go tight, contracting, then relaxing, times it mentally before standing. "Count how long between each contraction," he commands, going for the bandages, the washbasin, annoyance evident in every movement. When Kurt doesn't immediately comply, he smacks the side of their head, hard, repeating: "Count. If you're too far along, there's no time to get anyone else, you'll have to do it alone."