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If Clark didn't have his powers he wouldn't have felt the subtle difference. Then again, if he didn't, there wouldn't be an issue in the first place.
Kal heard Bruce's heartbeat speed up. The man hadn't been sleeping well since the beginning of his pregnancy. He really was a cranky pregnant omega, especially at night. His mind wasn't processing the information that he was sleeping, not fighting crime. Clark thought it was just a nightmare. He got closer to Bruce and his hand wandered to the big round belly of his husband. It was huge. He was 6 months pregnant, but somehow the baby had gotten very big very fast. The belly was very low.
"Look how big you are, Kon" he whispered to his baby.
Wayne rolled, getting away from the alpha. He curled himself around himself a little and grabbed the blanket. Maybe it was just some back pain.
After a while, however, Clark heard a low noise and a sharp intake of air. He shot up. His husband only did that sound when he was in a lot of pain. Years of fighting crime together left some recognizable marks. "Babe…" he whispered, shaking softly the gothamite's shoulder. When he didn't hear an answer, Kent pulled Bruce towards him.
The sleeping man was completely pale, but very warm. He was starting to breathe heavily and squirm a little because of the pain. His eyes still were closed though. "Bruce…?" Clark asked, feeling a deep anxiety taking over his body. The omega groaned and clenched his teeth in pain. Suddenly there was a smell in the air. It was a mixture of hormones and something heavy.
"ALFRED" shouted Clark, before he could stop himself. His husband looked more and more restless, holding his stomach and making pained faces. "Easy, babe" said the alpha, massaging Bruce's chest.
Soon Alfred entered the master bedroom. He looked like he had fallen off his bed, startled and tense.
"He's not waking up" said Kent hurriedly.
The butler looked down at Bruce, who was starting to sweat. He put his hands on his son's belly, trying to feel something, then moved the hands to his neck and forehead. Alfred shushed the omega when he whined in pain.
Both men froze when the beta pulled the blanket off and saw a huge puddle of water and blood. Clark's adrenaline spiked immediately. He quickly wrapped Bruce in a clean comforter and collected his husband in his arms. He could feel the omega trembling. After a few seconds, he stopped suddenly and grabbed the collar of the kryptonian's shirt, all without waking up.
"Take him to Leslie. I'll meet you there" said Alfred, before leaning in and wiping Bruce's hair off his face. The butler was serious and focused, but Clark could see the hidden worry. He nodded and lifted off the ground.
Kal doesn't even remember the flight. How long it took or if he was careful not to be seen. He only remembered knocking on Leslie Thompkins' office door, without stepping on the street first. It was the middle of the night. Clark mumbled the situation to the woman in one breath. She looked shocked for a few seconds before getting into doctor mode.
Bruce was placed carefully on a clean bed inside an isolated bedroom. He was shivering and making pained noises again. Leslie started analyzing Bruce. She muttered to herself, nodding and shaking her head as she used her tools. After a while, the sleeping omega stopped trembling again and just moaned in frustration. She calmly took his shirt off and continued her work.
"Why isn't he waking up?" Asked Clark, starting to get agitated.
"Hold on, Kal" whispered the Doctor, lost in thought. After a while she left the room in a hurry. Clark stood up anxiously. He was about to go after her when Bruce groaned again, throwing his head back.
"It's okay, Bruce. The baby's fine. You'll be fine, my love" said the kryptonian, more to himself than to the other. He carefully caressed the omega's cheek.
Leslie entered the room followed by a sleepy nurse. Annie was her name, Clark remembered. She didn't look to be a day over 23. The poor girl wasn't understanding anything.
"Clark, honey, can you help Annie lift Bruce's legs?" Leslie said, putting her gloves on. Annie took off the black sweatpants the gothamite was wearing. Each one raised the man's legs a little and, from the angle he was, Clark couldn't see what the doctor was doing while reaching inside his husband's loose boxers.
Confirming her theory, she took the gloves off. After some prepping, the doctor grabbed a needle and injected Bruce with something that made him groan softly. Clark watched as Leslie leaned and whispered to Annie. He could have listened to what she was saying, and she knew that too, but he didn't try. He was more worried about the omega, who was still unconscious, even though he was very responsive.
"Follow me" Leslie said to the alpha while leaving the room. The man went after her and softly closed the door.
"What's wrong, doctor?" He asked, keeping his voice controlled.
"Clark… Bruce is in labor"
The kryptonian kept quiet for a few seconds. For some reason he waited for the beta to laugh and tell him it was a joke, but Leslie kept her face calm.
"That's not possible. He's in his second trimester!" He said.
"I believe the kryptonian part of the baby allowed him to develop a lot faster under our yellow sun. He's not a big baby, but he wants to be born. The pain you described is from contractions"
"But… why isn't my husband waking up?!" Asked Clark, feeling his worry grow by the second.
"I think the baby grew too quickly. Bruce's internal organs got pressed against each other very fast and he is weak. We need to perform a cesarean delivery so his body won't be pushed even further"
"No… Leslie, he wanted to give birth naturally, and..."
"Clark…" the woman could feel his apprehension. Leslie grabbed his hands in a soothing way. She was speaking as a friend now "This situation is not typical. There are a lot of different factors involved. It's not going to be easy to perform a surgery, but it gives us more control over your husband and your son's life. He isn't waking up and we need to hurry. Do you understand?"
Clark could understand this very well, but it scared him. Things were happening too fast. What he wouldn't give to go back to the Manor's bed with a peacefully sleeping Bruce, like he was only an hour ago. He pinched the bridge of his nose, bumping into the glasses he hadn't noticed were on his face.
"Do you need help? I can see very well and if you need me to see through…"
"No, Clark. Thank you. You can be in the room, but I want you supporting Bruce. Can you do that?" Leslie said, a nice smile on her face.
"...I can"
***
As Superman, Kal had seen a lot. He had helped in wars and in battles before, experiencing things he would rather forget about. Batman had too. The dark knight had been by his side for a very long time. Years of being colleagues, then friends, then boyfriends, then finally husbands.
At that moment, however, the kryptonian felt lost like a child.
Clark didn't know where all those people in the room came from, but he was happy they were there. They were doctors and nurses that had ran for their help in the the middle of the night. They were all following Leslie's commands. Nothing on the room was loud. People talked lowly and the machines beeped softly. The kryptonian was placed next to Bruce's head, who laid on a table. A little curtain had been set up in a way that he couldn't see the surgery happening below Wayne's shoulders. It was useless, of course. If he wanted to see through, he could. But he wouldn't. There was no need for him to watch that. For the same reason he was trying his best not to hear the sounds of meat and blood, so he kept himself distracted by combing his husband's hair with his fingers. Bruce looked to have gained a little more color on his cheeks. His soft black locks were pulled from his elegant face. Whatever the doctors gave him, it calmed him down.
They would never imagine things would happen that way, but Clark wasn't upset.
Downstairs, Alfred read a book in the waiting room. Next to him, Dick watched the TV without paying real attention. Both of them had ran to the clinic and more Waynes were coming. Bruce would have hated that, Clark thought. He always got fearful when getting ready for something big and didn't like people pressuring him. The alpha, however, was happy the family was coming over. He enjoyed knowing people were there at that delicate moment.
Six months of pregnancy… and now baby Kon was arriving. They weren't ready, of course, but it was fine. They could rush a little. The newborn would never lack anything. Thinking about how things would be from now on, tears started sliding Clark's face and he smiled softly. He really wished Bruce was awake, so he could look into those ice blue eyes.
Suddenly there was a little spike in everyone's heartbeat. The journalist looked up and saw the face of a nurse, who smiled with her eyes. Clark stopped breathing. When he finally heard the little baby cry, he felt a wave of emotions hitting him. He covered his mouth and started crying. Leslie appeared from over the curtain. She was very short, so she probably was standing on her toes. Carefully, she raised this teeny tiny thing. It was dirty and a pale, but Clark thought Conner Wayne Kent was absolutely beautiful. His baby, his son. It was just a sneak peek, though, and Leslie took the baby to a table in the back of the room. The alpha looked at his omega, who would wake up to a pleasant surprise. Their son.
The doctors and nurses still surrounded Bruce behind the curtain while other ones took care of the newborn. The flow of movement seemed to change now that the baby was alive and well.
However, a machine connected to the man made a small sound, warning something. Then another, then another. Then the communication between the professionals was a little more hushed. A nurse that had been with the baby stopped what she was doing and went to the surgery table.
When a doctor, very silently, muttered "He's losing a lot of blood", Clark jumped from his seat. That seemed to startle a nurse. The woman grabbed his forearm and asked him to please leave the room. Something was wrong. Everyone looked very tense. "What's going on?" He asked no one in particular. Clark felt cold take over him when he noticed Bruce's heartbeat gradually slowing. The nurse didn't stand a chance against the man when he refused to budge, so she asked again to please wait outside. When Kal sent her an alpha glare, the poor omega nurse cowered a little out of instinct. That seem to get through the Clark. He blinked a couple of times, shocked with himself. What was he doing? There was nothing Superman could do. "Sorry, ma’am" he mumbled leaving the room. Before the door closed, however, the kryptonian turned back. The last thing he saw was the apprehension in Leslie's face.