FROM THE AUTHOR: A version of this story was originally published in the Loving Wives category where it received an...interesting response. Please check this story's tags on the righthand side under "Story Info" before you read it. Otherwise, enjoy!
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It's early in the morning and only about a dozen people are in the hospital reception area when the automatic doors open, and two more patients arrive. Actually, one patient waddling slowly across the threshold and groaning as she supports her heavily pregnant belly while her husband physically supports her as if her swollen belly might cause her to keel over at any moment.
They make it to the reception desk without that happening, and the wife leans against the desk and takes deep breaths while her husband catches the attention of the receptionist. The young woman looks up and notices a scrawny Asian man with jet-black hair, a flat nose, and metal-rimmed spectacles addressing her.
"Morning. My wife went into labor a few hours ago. We need to get to a delivery room--"
"Slow down, sir," the receptionist deftly cuts him off. She's dealt with countless laboring wives and anxious husbands before. "I just need to take your name first."
"Choi. Well, I'm Dae-Won Choi. My wife is Sora Choi."
The receptionist searches for their names in the database and hardly notices Mr. Choi fidgeting uncomfortably. Mrs. Choi continues her deep breathing, brushing her copper-brown hair away from her moon-shaped face and glancing at the receptionist with beautiful black eyes.
"Ok, one of the nurses is coming down now with a wheelchair for Mrs. Choi, she'll take you to the delivery room." The receptionist informs the Asian couple. "How far apart are they?"
The husband looks confused by the question. "What do you mean, I--"
"Ten minutes," Mrs. Choi answers for him, "the last one was about fifteen minutes before."
"Alright, roughly ten minutes between contractions." The receptionist types a note into Sora's patient file. "When the nurse gets here, she'll ask you some more questions for the medical side of things. But in the meantime, we do allow patients in labor to have one guest present in the delivery room. Would you like the father to watch the birth?"
A strange look flashes across each of their faces. The receptionist could have sworn that Mr. Choi just squirmed at the question while a grimace passed across his wife's face -- or was it a smirk? Both expressions were gone before she could tell what they were.
"I would love for the father to watch his child being born," Mrs. Choi replies before turning to look pointedly at her husband. "But would you like to watch the birth, honey?"
The receptionist looks very confused, as if there's some hidden joke that only the couple can understand. The husband is just standing there squirming. He glances back and forth between his wife and the receptionist as if he's too embarrassed to reply.
"The nurse is gonna be here soon," the receptionist interjects. "Do you want your husband to be present in the delivery room or don't you?"
"Yes, please." Mrs. Choi turns to address the receptionist. "He's pretty squeamish about this sort of thing, but I really want him to witness the birth and remember it forever."
The receptionist nods slowly and adds another note to the file just as the doors open and a nurse shows up pushing an empty wheelchair in front of her. She doesn't need to call their names as Mrs. Choi waddles over to the wheelchair and lowers herself into it with the assistance of her dutiful husband who still looks very uncomfortable.
"Congratulations!" The receptionist calls after them.
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By the time they reach the delivery room, another contraction is already roiling Mrs. Choi's guts, and they have to take a moment to let her breathe before proceeding. The nurse asks her a round of questions about her medical history and if she's had any unusual symptoms while the rest of the team gets the birthing chair ready.
Mrs. Choi is wearing only a pair of loose jogging pants and a baggy T-shirt which still barely covers her swollen belly. The jogging pants come off easily, revealing no underwear and no embarrassment from the mother-to-be. She seems very comfortable with being exposed in front of a group of strangers while her husband stands aloof, waiting to be called over.
Mrs. Choi eventually beckons him to come over, and he obediently stands by her side. The supervising doctor informs the expecting couple that she can't start pushing until she's at least ten centimeters dilated. Mr. Choi pulls up a chair and holds his loving wife's hand.
While they wait for the baby to move into position, Mrs. Choi insists that the staff call her Sora, and seems remarkably at ease with the situation. She's sitting in a high-backed birthing chair with her legs spread wide and her feet resting in special stirrups. Her entire lower body is exposed from the waist down with a perfect view of her bare pussy and the moderately dilated labia stretching little by little to allow the baby to pass through.
Sora pulls her T-shirt up over her pregnant belly to expose even more skin while ensuring her breasts remain covered. Her skin is milky white, except for a tattoo above her right ankle: a black ace of spades symbol with a white letter Q in the middle. She's also wearing an anklet with a silver key dangling from the chain.
An especially powerful contraction arrives and Sora groans in pain, squeezing her husband's hand. He winces from having his hand crushed by his wife while still being aware that it's only a fraction of the pain she's enduring. The nurse comes over to examine her and decides that she's dilated enough to start pushing when the next contraction arrives.
Sora already knows she's ready to push. The stretching of her birth canal and the overpowering instinct to bear down are all the proof she needs. When the next wave of muscular movement arrives, she takes a deep breath and pushes hard.
Her cries fill the room, and her legs shake with every contraction, causing the silver key on her anklet to jangle like a good luck charm. The baby strains her vaginal walls, but each push helps to squeeze the baby a tiny bit closer to her entrance and a tiny bit closer to being born.
An hour passes as Sora grunts and groans and screams, struggling to work in sync with the rolling waves of pain and muscular movement roiling deep in her belly. Each contraction feels like throwing up but oriented downwards through her gut and between her legs.
Every so often, a nurse offers Sora a sip of fruit juice to keep her energy levels high, and she drinks greedily through the straw. The moments of respite between contractions are getting briefer, each wave of gut pain squeezing her baby closer to her increasingly stretched opening.
Beads of sweat collect on Sora's brow like a glistening crown, some of them rolling down her face and neck like raindrops on a window. Her rolled-up T-shirt is drenched in perspiration, and her skin is almost pallid from the adrenaline coursing through her body.
All the while, Dae-Won holds his wife's hand and tries his best to comfort her. He sits in a little chair off to the side, close enough to provide his wife with emotional support while still being out of the way of the medical staff monitoring the delivery.
The closer Sora gets to giving birth, the more nervous her husband looks. The anticipation is palpable on his face, and it's evident in his body language as he holds Sora's hand, almost as if he's seeking comfort from her rather than the other way around.
Sora is crowning. The baby's head is stretching her labia to an intense degree, producing the dreaded ring of fire around her vagina. Some strands of dark hair are visible on the top of the baby's head as it squeezes between its mother's pale pussy lips.
In fact, the baby's skin looks noticeably less pale than the nurses were expecting. The normally pale-grey color of a newborn is several shades darker than it should be. Those who notice pay no heed as everyone encourages the mother-to-be to endure just a little longer. If she can only push through the pain just a little bit longer, her ordeal will soon be over.
Dae-Won kisses the back of his wife's hand, unable to voice the words of encouragement Sora needs to hear, and instead expressing it through his actions. Sora feels another contraction brewing in her belly, and she takes the deepest breath she's ever taken in her life...and pushes.
The banshee howl of maternal power raises the roof. With one forceful push, the living lump lodged in her birth canal finally squeezes through. The baby's head pokes out between Sora's spread legs, her rosy-pink labia fitting snuggly around its neck.
There's no way the midwife fails to notice the rich chocolate hue of the baby's face, contrasting vividly with the ivory-colored thighs of its mother. Other medical staff watching the big event also surely notice the chessboard contrast between the pallid color of Mrs. Choi's thighs and the deep brown skin tone of the baby she's about to birth.
The staff are all wearing medical masks, so Sora can't see the looks on their faces as she waits for a few brief moments for the final contraction. When it finally boils up in her belly, she takes another deep breath and pushes hard.
The midwife is ready as an unmistakably Black baby slides out between the pale-pink pussy lips of its Asian mother while her equally light-skinned Asian husband sits impotently watching. The medical staff's training is a matter of instinct, and no comment is made about the baby's dark skin, or the implications thereof, as they carry out the post-partum procedures.
Mrs. Choi gave birth to a healthy baby boy at two in the afternoon after more than eight hours of labor. The usual congratulations are in order as one of the nurses helps the new mother to remove her T-shirt and expose her breasts, leaving her totally naked in the birthing chair.
Being totally naked in front of strangers isn't a problem. Sora has no shame as she accepts her newborn Black baby from the midwife and lays him carefully against her bare breast. The little one is crying, and Sora strokes and kisses him lovingly, overjoyed to finally meet her Blasian baby while her husband stands by her side with burning red cheeks.
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There are some more post-partum checks to perform, so Mr. Choi is sent out of the room so the birthing team can be alone with his wife. Everyone is thinking about the dark elephant in the room, and no one dares to mention it. They're professionals after all.
It isn't until after a nurse has inspected Sora's genitals and confirmed that she didn't tear that someone approaches her and broaches the uncomfortable topic. The nurse's face is still covered by a mask, but her embarrassment is palpable.
"Congratulations again on your new baby," she begins awkwardly.
"Thank you so much for all your help in making this possible." Sora is all smiles as she cuddles her baby boy against her breast. In between post-partum checks, the staff fetched her a proper hospital gown to cover up her modesty. "And I'm so glad nothing tore down there."
