The aroma of venison wafting throughout the house was like an intoxicating smell for a pregnant were. While enjoying the tender moment Evan was providing, enjoying her husband’s attempts to bond with his yet to be born son; Maggie was getting hungry. Nearly nine months pregnant and feeling the effects of her uterus stretched to capacity; pressing down on her bladder and other internal organs; Maggie was feeling short tempered, eager to give birth and be able to shift into her fursona without risking the health of her child. But right now, Maggie was hungry.
“Evan,” Maggie looking at her werewolf husband quietly growling at her swollen belly; “it smells like dinner is ready.”
“Well then,” Evan getting up smiling; “lets see what dad has tried to cook.”
“You give little credit to your father,” Maggie leaving the nursery; “despite his microwaved food from a can diet, Mike can cook a half decent meal.”
“On a grill yeah,” Evan watching his wife head to the bathroom; “but I’ve seen him burn eggs Maggie. Eggs!”
“Don’t talk to me about eggs,” Maggie sounding cross as she strains to get off the toilet; “why I let you do this to me, I’ll never know.”
“Do what to you,” Evan looking confused.
“This,” Maggie pointing to her belly; “knocking me up!”
“If I recall,” Evan answering; “wanting a second child was your ideal. Hell you’ve been all eager to have the baby,” Evan looking at his wife; “is it the hormones doing a number on your brain?”
“No,” Maggie growling; “it’s the pain!” Maggie spasms as she loses her footing; gasping as a sharp pain radiates throughout her as amniotic fluid spills from her nethers.
“Maggie,” Evan helping his wife; “is it the baby? Are you going into labor?”
“I think so,” Maggie screaming; “get me to the hospital now!”
“DAD,” Evan shouting; “get up here and help me. Its Maggie she’s in pain.”
It wasn’t long before the elder werewolf was at his son’s side helping him guide Maggie down the stairs as she cradles her belly. Guiding her to the door as Evan quickly debates running out in his fursona as it is still daylight. Deciding its worth the risk; Evan runs out and heads to his car.
“Did your water break,” Mike doing his best to be supportive; placing a gentle hand on Maggie’s shoulder.
“I think so,” Maggie gasping; “I just had to pee all of a sudden.”
“I’ll chalk that up to a yes,” Mike opening the door as Evan rushes out to start the car; “are the contractions far apart or is it one long steady pain?”
“A few minutes apart,” Maggie groaning; “oh god the baby is coming. EVAN!"
“Son,” Mike shouting out to the car; “get back over here!”
“What is it,” Evan looking worried.
“Help me take Maggie to the living room,” Mike sounding serious; “she's having the baby now!”
“Now,” Evan looking stunned; “but it’s not due for another week at least!”
It’s not an exact science,” Maggie screaming; “you’re going to have to help me deliver our son.”
Evan was panicking; helping his wife lay down on the living room floor after Mike pushed the coffee table aside and laid a few pillows for comfort.
“Okay, okay okay,” Evan stressing; “remember your training, you’re a marine. This is nothing.”
“Oh for Christ sakes,” Maggie screaming; "help spread my legs and check to see if my cervix is fully dilated!"
“What constitutes fully dilated,” Evan looking at his wife’s genitals as he quickly moves the hem of her dress up past her belly.
“About ten,” Maggie panting; “ten centimeters. check to see," Maggie gasping as another contraction hits her; "if the baby's head is also visible.”
Mike comes back into the living room with an armful of towels to see his daughter in law panting as her contraction are coming along stronger and more frequent. Pushing his son as side as he takes a quick look at Maggie’s birth canal he looks back at Maggie.
“I say you are about fully dilated Maggie,” Mike looking at his daughter in law.
“Dad,” Evan looking miffed but gets silenced.
“I know a thing or two about delivery babies son,” Mike snapping back; “I helped your mother deliver you! Now get ready to help your wife as she pushes. Maggie,” Mike being as soothing as possible; “I’ve called the hospital and the ambulance is on its way, but you need to start pushing as the contractions come, you got it?”
“Okay,” Maggie crying; “hold my hand.”
“I will,” Mike smiling; “as the they say in show business, the floor is yours.”
The Lawson household was filled with screaming and cursing as Maggie pushed through the contractions she was experiencing. Using language to curse her husband as the pain of child birth causes her snap and snarl at any comment Evan attempts to make. It was around the time the head started peeking through and beginning to crown when Mindy showed up for dinner holding the bottle of wine. Not expecting to see this the were-Doberman naturally drops the bottle causing it to shatter and spill its contents as she rushes over to help Mike and Evan.
“Just another push Maggie,” Evan getting into the rhythm; “come on love push!”
“Oh shut up,” Maggie snapping back; “if you ever touch me with your prick again I’ll castrate you and feed your member to the coyotes!”
“Maggie,” Evan looking distraught; “you don’t mean that.”
“Oh yes I do,” Maggie howling in pain; “I’ll make you rue the day I have to go through this again.”
“Push Maggie,” Mike speaking; “the baby is almost here. PUSH!”
“I am,” Maggie screaming; gasping, Maggie grunts as she bears down one last time. Feeling the baby slip through her gaping hole; she cries in joy as the baby screams for the first time. Tears stream down her face as her husband cradles their newborn son in his paws for the first time.
“Our son Maggie,” Evan handing the crying child to his wife; “our beautiful boy.”
“We need something to cut the umbilical cord,” Mindy speaking up; “also, please pass me a towel so we can clean the baby up.”
“Have you already picked out a name,” Mike admiring his grandson while helping Mindy clean both mother and child.”
“Evan Lawson Junior,” Maggie purring; “that’s your grandson’s name.”
Just as Maggie mentioned the child’s name; Evan could not help but raise his werewolf muzzle into the air and howl in joy. Mike Lawson; unable to resist as he shifts into his werewolf fursona joins his son in welcoming new life that only werewolves could do. As both father and son finish their howling, causing the baby to cry and scream while being cradled by Maggie; the sound of an ambulance with its sirens blaring could be heard in the distance getting closer.