Welcoming the new angel~ (Minho)

Time had passed for only five days, nearing six now, and Takeru had become worried the entire day. His belly was huge now and the unborn angel within him was practically doing flips making the young seraphim queasy half the day. He couldn't even eat his new favorite, strawberries and sour cream it was just that bad. Though many times he had repositioned himself on the couch while seated, trying to get comfortable and bless Minho, he kept helping the young one with his comfort. Massaging his shoulders, neck and back as they both waited for something to happen. However, nothing did. Not even a close call of labor came to them.

Minho had been amazing. He was the first to tell Takeru that indeed, there was life within him. He helped the young angel when he was sick to his stomach, helping him bathe, comfort him when he was at unrest, and console him as he awoke with nightmares. Oh the nightmares he had. Quite a few of them involved Takeru himself, giving birth and the child disappearing. He didn't know what it meant but it frightened him so badly that at times he placed his hand to his stomach, just to listen for the tiny heartbeat inside before sighing in relief. The arch angel protected him to the utmost of his abilities, as Takeru stayed there in the penthouse of Seventh Sanctum with Gabriel, he didn't feel trapped...he felt loved and cared for.

As he laid in the bed this night, he made a tiny groan as he shifted his weight, trying to get comfortable even though no matter how he laid, he couldn't be. Finally, Takeru sat up in a tiny huff, folding his arms over his stomach as he yawned deeply with a small shudder to his little frame. Unfolding his legs and sitting in an indian position, he could sit up fully in the bed and lean over a touch for his wings to spread and flit for a moment. Perhaps his wings were cramped and moving them, extending them would help with this. However, not a bit of it helped and he let out a tiny sigh.

Reaching over, he touched his mate on the shoulder with a whispered voice, even though there was no reason to do as such. "Minhooooo. I can't get comfortable." biting his lip and rubbing his belly. Taking a soft breath as he waited for his dear mate to wake, he gave him a gentle smile...which suddenly turned into a winced grimace, his face turning a light red as his eyes closed tightly. "Nnh...that...hurt. Minho..." this time his voice sounded a little panicky, his belly hardening slightly with a numb feeling in his hips.

Really, he had done absolutely everything he could have done to make sure that Takeru was happy, comfortable, and still healthy. And with a complete lack of any problems so far, he'd allowed himself to sleep for a night. Wings hidden beneath the tattoos on his back, and stretched out comfortably on his stomach, Gabriel wasn't exactly expecting to be woken up.

But he was. He flinches awake at the touch, turning and sitting up almost immediately. "…what's wrong? Takeru?" he questions softly, hands moving to the younger angel's shoulders to rub them a little. It wasn't hard to tell that he was in pain, but he wasn't yet sure as to why.

His face was still slightly red, over the bridge of his nose and the tips of his ears, his wings drooped as he held on to his stomach, lowering his head as his beloved mate woke up, rubbing his shoulders with a small appreciative trill in his voice. "It hurts...down there." his hand rubbing over his now hard as a rock stomach which looked as though it had dropped a full four inches from where it was an hour ago. After a couple of minutes however, his face reddened as he held his breath, a low grunting moan leaving his throat which was completely odd for the tiny angel...almost as if he had to push. Finally stopping and breathing heavily, his eyes glanced over to his mate, panicked and wide. "He...he's coming, Minho!"

Almost six days. It would make sense that the pregnancy was coming to its end, wouldn't it? Stupid Minho. "…shhh, it's okay, love. It'll be alright…" Minho murmurs softly, grabbing extra blankets and moving Takeru to lay atop them. "I know…just…focus, okay? Don't rush it." Doing so could be a terrible thing, with terrible consequences. Momentarily, he's glad that he's talked women through their birthing hours before, and guided them. Now, he does the same for his younger mate, holding onto his hand and helping him coax the child into the light of day.

As the blankets were put down, Takeru was thankful that he slept wearing nothing....especially right now. Moving to get onto the blankets made him whimper softly as it felt like his hips were being ripped open and pushed apart. Finally getting into a comfortable laying position, his toes were pointed towards each other and curled in, wriggling them as he felt a numbness spreading down his legs and into the tips of his toes. Nodding to his mate and gazing to him, Minho was going to be Takeru's full focal point and wasn't going to tear his eyes away for anything, the complete love and trust for the other was his center. Holding Minho's hand, he began panting softly, his face still tinted pink but suddenly began turning red as he held his breath again with a gutteral moan in his throat, gritting his teeth and crying out with tears in his eyes, biting his lip in embarrassment. A sudden gush of fluid came out from between his legs as they shook, both hands grasping Minho's own.

He can't say he isn't a little put off by the process of birth. It was always so messy, and sticky, and often rather bloody. But Minho detaches himself from those facts, focusing on Takeru, and on sensing that the child is still okay. As long as neither of them was in distress, that was what mattered. He squeezes Takeru's hands a little tightly to reassuring him, gently stroking the younger angel's hair with his free hand as he murmurs quietly for what Takeru should do. Keeping calm is probably a gift that he can say he is glad to have, and hopes that it's passed on to the child.

With Minho beside him, nothing was wrong to Takeru, well, of course the pain could go away! He wished, but that was a part of this, a part of bringing life into the world. Another groan left him but this time it was almost a growl as he began pushing, tears streaming down his face as his legs opened a bit more, trying to sit up as his face was red once again, the skin of his entrance began to stretch as he let out a cry, his head tilting back with eyes closed tightly, that entire area bulging a bit. The head was coming quickly and there was nothing either of them could do to stop this. Their child was coming quickly, there was no doubt about that. After pushing hard enough and the very surface of their child's head emerged, Takeru panted again and sobbed, leaning his head to Minho's shoulder in comfort, holding onto his hands shakily.