"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."
The Omega looks up at his Alpha mate and nods once, relieving the same sign from the elder. This is the trigger that reveals the side of pregnancy that everyone dreads.
Mischka pushes with all of his might, using his abdominal muscles as the tool to push his baby out. His chest feels as though it is on fire as it filled with strained air and he releases the pressure built up in his cavity.
A ringing in his ears shortly follows and brings his head much pain.
"Good job, darling. You are almost there."
The words falling on deaf ears as the Omega sights shelter in his Alpha's chest, or what he can reach of it. He presses his face into the muscled pecks and pushes out all frustrations through his nose.
