Page 41 of King's Obsession

Stop hiding, you’re doing this part.

No, I’m not, and you can’t make me.

At the next wave of pain, he ground his teeth together, struggling to sit up. His stomach made it impossible to sit easily, the big mound too big to heave up. So, he rolled onto his side, giving up trying to get up the normal way. He perched on the edge of the bed, panting and counting the seconds until the pain released its relentless hold.

Wasn’t this what they were supposed to do?

Hadn’t Scott told them to count the seconds, then the minutes, between the pains?

Sweaty and panicking, his human half buried himself deep inside the demon, making sure he could not get forced out. And to avoid his questions, no doubt. He grunted in frustration.

Asshole.

The lack of response he expected. There was utter silence inside his head.If this ever happens again, then I’m going to magic you into our human half and see how you like it.The threat was real, and he hoped his human side would hear him!

Asmodeus couldn’t use magic now because he didn’t know if it would harm their baby. Scott hadn’t used magic, so he rode the pain.

When the cramping eased, he glanced over his shoulder, the dim glow from the bedside lamp revealed a sleeping Dougal.

How long had they been in bed? Longer than he originally thought for sure.

“Oufff,” he groaned, a hand going to his belly when the band tightened once more. The pain was nothing like he’d felt in his life, and he knew from watching Peni give birth he would need to relax and breathe through it.

How the fuck was he supposed to do that?

Gasping, his eyes screwed shut, Asmodeus moaned, and a large hand stroked the base of his back where the ache was unbearable. “I’m right here,” Dougal murmured sleepily.

A second later, the mattress dipped as he came up behind Asmodeus and cradled him. His large hands rubbed circles over the drum-tight, rippling belly.

“The baby… it’s… fuckkkk,” he groaned and twisted his head to shove his face into Dougal’s shoulder. “My human… is fucking hiding…”

“You need to stay as a demon to do this, my love.”

He frowned deeply, riding the pain, unable to answer.

“Just breathe with me, slow and steady.”

Asmodeus tried, he really did, but through each spasm of pain that lasted for around a minute, it got harder to listen. His large body tensed, and he couldn’t catch his breath. “N-need… t-to… m-move,” he stuttered in the end, pushing at Dougal’s arms.

“What do you want to do?” Dougal let go, crawling backwards to get off the bed, standing to come around to Asmodeus’s side.

“Get up,” he whistled through his clenched teeth. He staggered to stand, Dougal’s hands under his armpits. The second he managed to gain his footing, wetness gushed from between his legs, splashing the floor.

“Urggg,” he cried out, unable to step aside and avoid what his body was doing.

“It’s okay,” Dougal murmured, not stepping away even though whatever was coming from him was splashing his blissful one.

“I’ve wet myself,” he exclaimed in horror. “How… is… that okay?” He met Dougal’s amused stare, feeling pissed and weepy.

“We’re in this together.”

Dougal projected calm, and all that did was piss off Asmodeus. Memories of how Peni acted through the birth gave him all the justification to have a hissy fit… but it had to wait until after the next spasm of excruciating pain.

Panting, gasping, and sweating bullets, his lower body undulated as gunk followed the fluid. He tried not to look at the mess he was making, or what was trickling down his thighs. He was just grateful that Dougal had stripped him when they’d gone to bed. Being trapped in his clothes right then would have made it worse somehow.

“You’re doing great.”

“How can you say that?” he gasped as the pain eased. “I’m a mess.” He was, and the urge to move was back. He attempted to take a few steps, only his legs were uncoordinated. Dougal held most of his weight, compounding the feeling of being out of control. “Let me go,” he snapped around a sharp exhale.

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