Claude was resting when the first major pain hit him—he almost ca unglued. He looked at Ben with wide eyes. "That fucking hurt! The other one wasn’t even a warm-up. This one ans business—he’s going to blow my backside completely out."
"Aren’t you being a little dramatic? He can’t be that bad," Ben remarked gently.
"Fine! You get up here and push this big ass thing out. What kind of man are you, putting sothing so big inside ?" Claude shot back through gritted teeth.
Ben’s voice softened. "Relax, Claude. It’s just our son. Rember that night nine months ago? You ca to and you kissed . I was big with Reggie, but you wanted to make love to you—you needed my seed inside you. And we made love. We have a beautiful daughter to prove that, and now we just have to get her big brother out here. Just roll with the punches and you’ll be fine. But we’re not having another child for two years."
"That’s okay—you can wear a condom every ti because I am not gonna push another kid out of any damn ti soon," Claude panted.
"You’re speaking out of pain and hormones right now. You’ll be begging later on—don’t worry, people always do when it’s their ti. But it’s going to be two years before we conceive another child." Ben squeezed his hand. "My body is tired and you’ll also need the rest raising three newborns and two under nine months human years. We’ll both be tired, plus I’ve got a full-ti job I have to return to. But I promise you I’ll get help for you if you need it, and I’ll be there every step of the way. Johnny can go to work with in a couple of days and that’ll give you a lot of extra leeway."
Jonathan couldn’t believe what he just heard. Ben would take his child to the construction office—to his job with him? Are Genn that tough? A couple of days and he’s back at work? Wow, that’s amazing.
The next five hours were pain-filled hours for Claude. That baby wasn’t ready to co out yet, but the pains kept on coming. Claude was exhausted and Lex was getting worried—the baby’s heartbeat had dropped a little bit. He pulled Hanz to the side urgently.
"You need to get behind him, and every ti he has pain, you need to push him forward. Push on his stomach, on the sides—help push that baby out. I will not lose this child today. He’s co too far for this to happen. We’ve got to get Claude going," Lex whispered intensely.
He told Ben with determination, "We’re getting this child out. This child’s coming out one way or the other." Claude was exhausted when he started having little spasms of pain. Hanz pushed him forward firmly. "Now push, dammit! Push!"
It wasn’t happening—Claude was giving up. Soon there was another contraction and Hanz pushed on both sides of his stomach downward, trying to help push that baby out. There was no way to go but out. Claude scread in pain as Hanz let him relax a little bit until the next contraction hit. He rolled forward again and pushed on both sides of the stomach, pushing downward to help the baby get out. Suddenly it was crowning and Claude was screaming.
"It’s too big! It’s ripping apart! Get it out, get it out, get it out!" Claude cried desperately.
"Okay, the next pain you feel is going to be the pain of this baby coming out. Hanz is going to help you again and you’re going to help yourself." Lex looked Claude directly in the eyes. "You help this little boy get out here—do you understand that? If you don’t try, we’re going to lose him, and I am not going to lose anybody in this delivery room. So get your ass in high gear and push like your life depends on it—because it does."
Claude rested his head against Hanz’s chest when Hanz announced, "Here cos another one."
Hanz pushed him forward and placed his hands back on his stomach once again, pushing downward to assist the baby. Claude scread at the top of his lungs as a very large little boy exited his body. Lex was in high gear—he cleaned the baby’s mouth and lungs, rolled him over and patted him on the back, popped him on the ass, but there was nothing. He was trying everything he could, but this boy was not taking a breath.
Hanz took over, rolled him over again, and slapped him on the back, popped him on the ass, and breathed air into his lungs. Suddenly the little tyke ca alive—and was he loud! All 24 lbs. 7 oz. of him.
Claude was exhausted, but Lex asked him anyway. "You’ve got to let him nurse. You’ve got your left gland to still be drained, and it won’t take him long."
Claude placed the child on the left nipple and the boy just literally drained his gland in four nursings. Claude was done for. Ben gave him what nectar he had, then Roy stepped forward. "I’m full—give him to ."
The newborn latched on and was just sucking down as hard as he could. "He’s healthy and he’s hungry," Roy observed with a smile.
Soon Roy changed to the other side and it was quickly drained too. He put the child on his shoulder and the baby let out a loud burp—he was satisfied.
One thing about it—Claude was going to need help feeding. He didn’t have enough for two, enough for one maybe, but no way could he support two children. "I’ll do what I can," Roy offered.
Jonathan volunteered to do what he could. He had only pumped—he’d never ever let anything nurse his glands—but he would give it his best shot.
"Welco to the Z1 Ranch—you’re family, and your new ho if you need one," Ben thanked him warmly.
It didn’t take long for word to get over the entire ranch that Claude and Ben had both delivered healthy children, and any extra nectar that was available, they could use it.
"Let’s let these good people get so rest. They’ve been through a lot. We’ll co back later and see them, but for now I want to take you ho and introduce you to Martin, Kieran, and Kirk," Hanz suggested gently.
Jonathan had a few questions of his own about Hanz and his partner Martin, since they both worked for the Genman Bureau of Investigation. He needed so long-ago answers to questions about things that went on at the Harrison Ranch that he ran away from after his best friend told him to leave—and leave quick—before they got him also.
Martin was glad to see Jonathan and William and get another story. Kieran was also very interested as he listened. Both of the guys just loved Kirk, but Kirk couldn’t understand why one of them would let him suck a nipple when there wasn’t anything in it and it wasn’t offered to him. He tried to latch on a couple tis through the shirt, but it wasn’t available—he kept on getting pushed away from it.
Kieran chuckled at William’s expense. "He thinks just because he can see a nipple that it’s supposed to be his and he gets to nurse it."
William and Jonathan both laughed. William, being a good sport about it, raised his shirt and offered his left nipple to the tyke. After trying his damnedest to get nectar out of it, he finally let go of the purple nipple.
"That’s gonna leave a hickey for sure," Jonathan laughed.
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