A cloth held in the gentle hand wiped sweat from his face.
“I need to turn the shoulders.” He bit back a wince as the gloved hand probed the edges of his sensitive stretched passage. “Don’t push until I say so.”
“Please...” He clutched his bondmate’s sleeve. “It is imperative I push.
“Ashayam.” Hazel eyes connected with brown. “I know you want to, but listen to Bones.” He waited until the other man gave a slight nod.
“Okay, Spock, let’s get the little hobgoblin out. When the next contraction hits, bear down.” Bones glanced at a machine. “Here we go...”
More to come.