Asche got admitted to the private ward at the hospital and what happened afterwards was all to my horror.

"Fuck!" Asche said through gritted teeth as he nearly crushed my fingers in a firm grip.

I sat beside him, feeling helpless, staring at his pitiful state. He wore a thin hospital gown with his legs spread wide open.

Four hours passed since he was admitted and his groaning and cursing just got worse. I made a quick call to Falcon and told him to inform Felicia that Asche is in labor. I trust that she'll tell Kirk the news as well.

It was only a matter of time before they all come bustling in.

"Bloody fuck!" His eyes rolled back and his back arched. "It's your fault!" He snapped bloodshot eyes on me that were rimmed with tears. "Your fucking fault!"

"I know, baby." I agreed with everything he said, stroking his damp hair from his face.

"Do you know that I want to bite your cock off?" He cried as fat tears rolled down his cheeks. "That cock is dangerous. It needs to be destroyed. Oh God, the pain!" He hollered, gripping my hair and pulling it.

I winced as I felt a few strands pop out.

He tugged and tugged, wailing in pain.

I relented, allowing him to vent out his frustration. Zyros actually watched from my mind's eye in amusement. He found Asche all the more endearing.

Dr. Reynolds returned, carrying a small bottle in his hand, taking in the scene with twitching lips.

"I see you've got your hair full." He struggled to contain a smile at my predicament.

Asche finally released my hair and I sighed in relief. He slumped back into the bed, panting.

"Are you ready to comply, Asche? I need to get this inside of you." He raised the small bottle, shaking it. I then realized that it was a bottle of enema.

Asche looked at the doctor tiredly and closed his eyes, ignoring him or he was just extremely tired.

"Then I take that as a yes." He uncapped it and went over to my mate's open legs.

"Take a deep breath in," He instructed, and surprisingly, Asche obeyed. He turned Asche to the side and eased the bottle in gently, squeezing it. When he was done, he withdrew it and said triumphantly, "There. All done. It's going to speed up the contractions a bit but the key is getting him flushed out inside. When he feels the need to pass, take him to the restroom, it's the second door to the right after you exit his room. I'll be back in a few hours to administer the pain relief."

I nodded and he took his leave.

Asche went silent for a few seconds, his eyes closed.

"Baby, you okay?" I asked, rubbing his arm.

"I want her out." He said weakly. "It feels as of she's setting inside my body afire. It's unbearable."

I laced his hand in mine and kissed it. "I wish I could help you deliver our child. I wish I could make the pain go away. Do you want me to rub your back?"

"Yes, please." He sighed and I helped him roll over on all fours, massaging his back to at least alleviate some of the pain.

He hissed and clenched the sheets, baring his teeth.

I frowned, trying my best to assist him.

"I don't think I want any more kids." He said, staving a moan.

"I understand," I continued my ministrations even though my heart ached. It's not me who's in pain right now, even though I'm sure I had a few bald patches in my head. I couldn't bear to see him go through this again, his life and our baby's life was on the line. Childbirth is a life and death situation that most women face every day around the world.

Childbearing was for the strong and I respected women because they carried and brought forth life through their bodies, enduring excruciating, mindboggling pain with my mate being an exception. I respected his choice if it meant keeping him alive and happy.

Another wave of contractions must have struck him because he groaned and punched the sheets. "Ohhhhhh!" He bellowed, throwing his head back. "My ass, my ass!"

"What about your ass?" I asked helplessly.

"It's coming!" He jumped up and tried to climb off the bed but it was too late. His ass sprayed on my hands, and I was left speechless, gaping at the mess.

He shuddered, his ass still cock up in the air in his attempt to climb off the bed.

"Nurse!" I yelled as I stared at the mustard yellow, seedy excretion that dribbled from his ass.

Asche whimpered and struggled to hold himself up.

"Nurse!" I called again. "Hold on baby, I've got you." I held him in place, just so that he won't fall.

A young, petite nurse with her blonde hair tied in a loose bun came rushing in, gasping. "Gracious! Here, let me help you." Her face held no judgment as he she came over, already wearing gloves to assist me in getting Asche down. "Let's get him cleaned up and yourself. I can find you a pair of scrubs to wear in the meantime after you both wash up."

"That would be great, thank you." I smiled at her, grateful she didn't make Asche feel worse than he probably did right now.

"I wanna die," He wept and the kind nurse held his hand, helping him to slip off the soiled gown.

"It's okay, dear. This happens sometimes when women are giving birth. There's nothing to be ashamed of." She told him gently. Asche hung his head in shame and kept his gaze averted from mine.

"Do you want the nurse to help you wash up?" I asked him.

His head snapped up in astonishment, "You're not coming with me?"

"I'll come if you want me to," I told him, uncertain if he wanted me near.

"Okay, I want you to." He said softly.

"Then that's settled." She clapped her hands together after releasing Asche. "You both can wash up and I'll be back with your clothing."

"Once again, thank you so much," I told her gratefully.

"You're welcome. Now run along, I'm sure you guys don't wanna smell for another minute."

I agreed.

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