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“Okay, Ilya give me another good hard push.” The doctor tells the whimpering Russian, as another contraction begins to swell.
“Fuck I can’t.” Ilya throws his head back against the pillows, distantly feeling Shane squeeze his hand. He’d been pushing for what felt like hours.
“Yes you can baby, you got it. She’s almost there.” Shane murmured softly in Ilya’s ear, dabbing his forehead with a wet cloth.
“I changed my mind Shane, she can stay there.” Ilya choked out panting, shifting his legs. “She won’t come out.”
“Hey, hey. Look at me.” Shane said softly, but serious. “You can do this. You are capable and you are brave.” His hold on Ilya’s hand tightened. “Don’t you want to see our little girl? She’s going to be so beautiful, just like her Papa.” Shane whispered, eyes damp.
Ilya shook his head and took a few choked breaths before speaking, “You don’t know that she will look like me, S-Shane.” His face scrunched as another contraction coursed through him.
“I know she will be beautiful because you made her.” Shane murmured into Ilya’s sweaty curls, before kissing his forehead. “Breathe, baby.”
Shane coached Ilya through a few deep breaths before the doctor politely interrupted. “Okay Ilya, baby girl wants out. I can almost see her head.” She said as she gently pushed Ilya’s legs farther apart to make room. Glancing at the heart monitor.
Ilya groaned as the pressure in his pelvis deepened to an almost unbearable degree, his body baring down without him telling it to. “Arghh.” Ilya choked out, a hand flying down to grip his thigh at the new burning sensation between his legs. “I’m gonna tear.” Ilya whined.
“No you’re not, let yourself stretch. You got it.” The doctor promised.
Fighting against the burn, Ilya pushed. Hard. Letting out a hoarse scream as felt his daughter's forehead come through slowly.
Gripping the hospital bed handle, his head bobbed to the side hanging loosely as his other hand held Shane’s for dear life. “Пожалуйста, Боже.” His legs jerked under the pressure.
“Good job, Ilya! I can see her forehead. I’m so sorry she was sunny side up, that’s why it was so much harder.” Ilya fought back a glare at the doctor between his legs.
He felt the beginning of another contraction he gripped the handle of his bed, baring down so forcefully he swore he thought he’d tear. Unfortunately, instead his daughter’s head made a slow descent through the canal, making him feel everything.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck-fuck. Ow!” Ilya shrieked, the tears he’d been fighting finally streaming down his face.
“Good, good, good. She’s out to her eyes.” The doctor smiled softly. “Oh look at you, cutie, your eyes are already open.” She chuckled.
He heard the doctor distantly whisper almost sounding astonished to the nurse to see something. Fear immediately settled in. “What’s wrong?” Ilya panted, exhausted. Looking at his husband wearing the same worried expression.
The doctor and the nurse immediately rushed to reassure him. “Don’t worry, Papa, nothing is wrong. But I do think you’d want to see for yourself. Give me a few more pushes for the rest of the head.” Ilya could feel her lightly applying counter pressure to his opening.
“You’re doing so good.” Shane whispered quiet reassurance into Ilya’s ear as he pushed, feeling their daughter slowly but surely come out.
“Ugh!” Ilya groaned as he finally let up on his pushing, trying to straighten out. The contractions were back to back now. “Пожалуйста, Шейн!” He gasped wearily in Russian. “Make it stop.”
Shane’s tears matched his husband’s. He wanted nothing but to take Ilya’s pain away and give it to himself. “I’m so sorry, baby. You’re almost there. You’re so strong, I’m so proud of you.” He said, kissing Ilya’s knuckles.
“Я хочу свою маму.” Ilya sobbed, broken. His body trembled as he pushed again.
“I know, my love. I’m so sorry. I know it hurts, but she’s so proud of you I promise.” He squeezed Ilya’s hand tight, kissing his sweaty temple. Holding his husband as he pushed for their daughter.
Ilya pushed so hard, even when there wasn’t a contraction. His back arching against the pain, he widened his stance; suddenly feeling a low pop and a gush of fluids. Ilya gasped.
He heard the doctor let out a sigh of relief as she saw the head finally come through. “You did it Ilya! Her head is out.” She cradled his daughter's head in her hands, gently checking for a cord.
“Fuck, that was so hard.” Ilya panted, glancing towards Shane. Sweat was rolling down his cheeks. His chest rising up and down.
“God Ilya, you’re incredible.” Shane murmured, kissing Ilya’s knuckles. “I love you. я тебя люблю.”
“I love you too.” Ilya whispered, eyes closed.
Ilya felt their daughters shoulders turn inside him, wincing he gave a small push before letting up and letting his head land back on the sweat-damp pillow. He was exhausted.
“I can’t.” Ilya grits out, still pushing. “She’s stuck.”
Shane shakes his head as the doctor says at the same time “No she’s not, she just has broader shoulders. You can do it Ilya, you're so close.
Of fucking course this baby has broad shoulders she had professional hockey players for dads. Ilya whined as he felt another contraction begin. Shaking his head. I can’t.
“Okay Ilya, here, give me your hand.” The doctor said, taking another approach. She reached out, bringing Ilya’s hand between his legs, letting him feel the warm, wet weight of her head. The damp strands of her hair. Letting out a gasp as more adrenaline rushed through him.
Still gripping Shane’s hand, his other grasped the underside of his thigh, rearing them back. He pushed so fucking hard it felt like his head was going to explode. He didn’t care, he wasn’t going to lose anymore.
“ЕБАТЬ!” He screamed, as one of her shoulders finally passed through. Her other quickly following. Until she all but dropped in the doctor's hands.
A shrill, precious cry filled the room.
Their daughter was quickly placed onto Ilya’s chest, as nurses stimulated her back to keep her crying.
“God, Ilya.” Shane gasped at the sight of Ilya and their daughter. His chest tightened.
Ilya was in his own world, there was only the small baby that was laying on his chest. He let out a soft sob, his hands coming around her fragile form. “Привет, малышка.” Kissing her head despite the fluids that covered her.
A few minutes passed before she let out a softer cry and opened her eyes. Fully. Causing the two men to gasp.
“Her eyes. Oh my god, Ilya look at her eyes.” Shane choked out.
Her eyes were ice blue, with hints of green and gold. Similar to Ilya’s but way lighter. They were gorgeous.
Ilya let out something mixed of a sob and a laugh. “Oh god, I’m never winning an argument.”
She looked like Ilya, which Shane was once again right about. She had his nose, cheeks, lips, even though her hair was dark like Shane’s she had curls.
“She’s so beautiful, Ilya.” Shane whispered, kissing Ilya’s temple before laying his hand over Ilya’s on her back.
“Привет, моя Селеста.” Ilya murmured into her hair. “My Celeste.”
Я тебя люблю.