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“It’s better that way. It will be painful, just like a woman giving birth. The key is to pull when she pushes and stop when she stops.”
“Pull?” Nash asks.
“I’m going to reach in and pull the calf out,” I say, and all three men turn green.
“I’m glad we’re just watching,” Nash says, and I laugh.
“I’m used to it by now. Just like you’re used to blood in the ring.”
“I guess that’s true. I’ll look at it that way,” Easton says, winking.
“What did Sal say?”
“First guy to puke goes home,” Tobias replies.
“Maybe none of you will puke,” I say.
“I’m sure someone will. You’re a strong woman.” Nash pats my shoulder.
“I agree.” Easton squeezes my hand, then they head back to the party. I’m shocked when Tobias actually sits down with us.
“Is she in pain right now?” he asks.
“Only when she has a contraction.”
“I think this is cool,” he admits.
“Not gross?”
“Oh no, having to stick your hand up a cow’s behind is gross, but what comes out is a miracle. A baby cow.”
“I’m immune to all the gross stuff,” I snicker.
“I’m sure.”
“Sal, it’s time,” I yell.
The guys crowd around, but I tune them out as I pull on the long gloves, and Mason does the same.
“Mason, your reach is longer,” I tell him, and he puts his arm in.
“I have a leg,” he says.
“Hold it.” When I can tell she’s pushing, I tell him to pull.
I chance a look at the guys and some look like they are close to puking. Maybe they will rethink anal sex if any of them are into that.
“Okay, stop.” I stroke the mother’s head, calming her down.
“Pull,” I say, and Mason does.
“Stop.” The mom is doing really well.
“Almost done, Mom.” I stroke her head one last time to help on this final push.
“Pull.” Soon, a leg is sticking out and I grab it, and then another pokes out. Minutes later, the mom is licking her newborn.
“Keep an eye on them,” I tell Mason after someone yells ‘cut’. I was so in the zone, I don’t remember if any of the guys rushed out or not.
