A house full of screaming adults, annoying siblings, and in laws, pregnant or not was definitely not what Mischka needs at the moment.

It's almost Halloween day at their residence and the people that surrounds the pregnant Omega are either fainting or just as excited as he is to finally see this child that he is carrying for nine months.

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His best friends are both ruining this day as Mischka struggles with the contractions that he is experiencing at this moment. His Alpha is nowhere to be found and Francis is more frantic than him.

"Can you fuckers calm down, please?! You are not the one in labor!"

The room is filled with silence as the screaming died down and only Mischka's groans and moans can be heard due to the repeated contractions that are getting closer together.

He can feel the pressure building up in his lower abdomen. If Mischka is going to have the baby, he wants that day to be right now.

"Nine minutes and thirty seconds! Mischka! That was your longest contraction! Are you sure you don't want to go now?"

Mischka shakes his head and continues to breathe and walks back and forth from the sitting room to the connected kitchen.

The Omega releases the breath he didn't know he is holding in the first place, placing his hands on his lower back as he continues to trek back and forth.

His Alpha returns minutes later, carrying some fluffy blankets while his other cousin, Drax is walking right behind him. He is closely watching his laboring husband, but fear refuses to show itself through his facade.

Mischka shoots a glare at his husband and continues to walk, calculating the time it will take to collect the items he will need.

"I already put everything in the car, babe."

With knowledge collected over several births, he is smart enough to have a prepacked hospital bag already in the car. The Omega nods and continues to walk.

During this time, he is already huffing. His feet hurt and he wants to sit down, but he knows that if he tries to sit down, the contractions will be more painful than they already are. And if he sits down, he won't be able to get back up.

"I think we should call in now."

The Omega nods and waddles away into a quieter room where he hopes no children are playing. He struggles his way over to the second sitting room and paces around in that room.

When the lines finally connected and a voice answers the distress Omega's call, the laboring male explains the situation to the woman. As he listens to her response on his decision whether or not to come in yet, Mischka has another contraction.

It wracks his whole body and he stiffens, trying to stifle the whine that wants to rip his lips open. The tears return and it is his turn to speak on the phone, which he struggles greatly with.

After the conversation that he just endures, he walks out of the room and addresses the Alpha that they should go now. The confused Alpha looks at his Omega, clearly sending distress signals towards him.

"What happened? Tell me what is going on?"

The Omega huffs a little bit before explaining to Daime what had happened earlier.

"I had a contraction while talking on the phone with the lady and I was straight up crying. We have to go now."

This is really happening now, Mischka speaks in his head.

By the time they arrive to the hospital, the Omega's contractions are at six minutes and seventeen seconds. Too close for his comfort, but at least they are at the hospital.

It is a challenge getting Mischka inside the hospital, but he and his Alpha manage and soon, the laboring male is whisked off in a wheelchair being taken to a labor and delivery room.

He is doing a natural birth.

Mischka is adorned in his hospital gown with an IV needle embedded in his flesh to maintain hydration through delivery. A heart monitor is strapped around his belly, positioned strategically where it will pick up on the baby's heartbeat.

The Omega is sprawled out on the bed, limbs thrown to the side and arms folded over his forehead as he concentrates on his breathing. Daime is sitting to his side in a chair, watching his husband's every movement.

He worries a bit for his husband, but Mischka is strong.

He can do this.

Soon, a trio of nurses came into the room and are informing the Omega about what is going to happen next and how they are going to prep Mischka for delivery. The Omega barely listens, having heard this spiel so many times before, but he also can't focus.

His body is protesting and trying to push a baby out of his body. He lets the nurses have their way with him and don't mind.

Once ready, after the Omega is fussed over and poked and prodded, he is asked the real questions. He has nurses asking him if he wants an epidural or medicines and he refuses to all of them.

He reads a research that an Omega can do better without anything preventing him from feeling the real deal. He had an epidural and he pushes so hard that he tears to the third degree and the recovery from that is purely horrible.

With natural birth, he can feel more in control.

Daime holds the Omega's hand in case the older needs something to temporarily breaks as he goes through the tough process of labor.

"I love you, no matter what."

The Alpha then brings the small hand to his lips and places a sweet kiss against the soft skin. He enjoys the affect pregnancy had on him, making all of Mischka's fingers swell more than usual. There is just more to love on.

"Okay, sweet heart. You are already dilated at ten centimeters. How are you feeling?"

The female Beta doctor announces as she looks up to the distress Omega who is trying to push the baby out. Mischka grunts as he feels a wave of pain attack his abdomen and his fist acts by squeezing as hard as he can on the Alpha's hand.

"Gotta—push—argh!"

"Well, we're not stopping you. You know the drill, push for ten seconds and breathe every five before releasing and waiting another ten seconds. I'm ready when you're ready."