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The further Calder got into the pregnancy, the more he worried about the birth.

He had spoken to Padma, and they had said the surgery would be no issue. Though, Calder would have to be awake for it; having something as big as a child taken from your abdomen would surely be at least uncomfortable.

Hemming tried to console his husband as much as he could, but as the seventh month arrived, Calder did not especially want to listen to people anymore.

The snow had begun again, and the whole pack had been working to complete a barn and a second and third home.

Hale and Padma needed their own space to raise Eira, while Hemming and Calder wanted the same for raising Loki.

Halina, Nadir, and Lagina would stay in the house that was already made and have it all to themselves; none of them were upset by that.

The building of the houses did not take long, seeing as they only needed to be slightly smaller than the one they had once stayed in.

The barn was erected quickly as the livestock began breeding. The clearing was steadily being filled with all sorts of buildings. The farm was a big portion of said clearing, with all the vegetables and grain needed to feed both the pack and the animals.

Once the snow had started, the animals were kept in the barn and most of them were slaughtered. Calder, unfortunately, cried for nearly a whole day over one of the pigs he had became fond of.

Hemming and Calder were getting adjusted to living alone well enough.

They fucked almost every day; especially once Calder was heavy enough with child that he never wanted to get up from bed and only wanted Hemming to bring him food and touch him.

Soon enough, Calder would feel when the babe kicked at his stomach.

He was a strong pup, and although both Calder and Hemming delighted in the fact they could feel their child, Calder could feel the pain when the babe harshly kicked inside of him.

Hemming often resorted to humming against his belly so that their son would calm; Calder also was benefited from his husbands smooth and deep tone. It soothed both him and the babe when a kick had been particularly painful.

The significant change that had started happening later on in the pregnancy was Calder's development of small breasts.

The lack of chest hair and the way his hips had expanded were all put towards Calder feeling more and more like a woman. He hated it.

Calder liked being a male, and always thought of himself as such; it was a blow to his pride that he was now made in such a feminine way. In a way, he was excited to have the babe just so that his body would return to what he was used to.

But, even he could not deny he loved being able to have children.

Before Hemming, and the pack, Calder was not too interested in children and only ever thought that he would likely never have any.

Then there was Eira, and her little face that pulled on Calder's heartstrings like a bull. She was the one to make Calder so ecstatic to have his own babe to coddle.

It was a worth feeling like a woman for the better half of a year.

When it came time for the birth, it was only natural that both Calder and Hemming were thrumming with both anxiety and happiness.

Calder at first did not know that it was time for the birth; he had thought the pain was only the babe kicking at his stomach, but then the pains were down to his groin and not something he had ever felt before.

He had told Hemming this and the man launched himself into action by picking the pregnant man up and quickly walking over to Hale and Padmas home.

Calder would have rolled his eyes at how panicked his mate was if he could do so without being insincere towards his own thoughts. He was panicked as well.

"Padma! It is time!" Hemming hollered as he opened the door without knocking.

Hale and Padma were only sitting calmly, with Eira being fed soft carrots and bits of bread by Padma. They looked up at Hemming entered and set down the wooden plate easily.

"Set him down on bed. Hale, remove the furs." Padma ordered and then went to work at gathering sharp knifes and clean clothes and other things that Calder could not care to focus on or name.

At the very least, he could trust Padma to be able to be good to him. They had done so before.

The pain had eased for a moment, but when Hemming set him down on the bare wooden bed, it flared back again and Calder grunted slightly at the pressure in his abdomen. Thank the gods that Hale had kept a pillow beneath his head.

Hemming was hovering next to Calder while holding his hand and planting kisses on all skin he could reach, even though Calder was beginning to want to yell for Padma to get their things together and hurry. The kisses did little to distract him, but did help Calder remember that he was not alone.

Like a godsend, Padma had appeared with their items and kneeled down next to Calder on the bed.

"This will hurt, but we need to be quick about it so the babe does not keep pushing into a birth canal that is not there." Padma explained as they lifted Calder's tunic and picked up one of the sharper metal knives.

Calder barely heard Hemmings growling over his own pounding in his ears as Padma sliced into his abdomen.

The incision was right below his naval, and large enough that Calder was screaming when Padma finally went all the way across and stuck their hand in.

He could feel their hand moving in his body, the pain excruciating and sending harsh thrums worse than what had happened to his ribs through his body.

Hemming was holding his hand, but as the pain got worse and Calder's grip tightened, the latter barely had the mind to let go before crushing his mates hand. His strength was far higher than Hemming's, so who knew how bad it would have been.

Calder ignored Hemming's whine just so that he could focus on staying awake. He would rather find himself dead than miss the moment when his babe came into the world.

Padma was still adjusting the babe in his borrowed womb, but Calder could feel the amount of blood that was gushing from the cut. There was also a fair amount of a clear liquid that Calder did not know what it was. It was smart that Hale removed the furs.

It felt like ages of pain had passed before Padma finally got the babe into the right position in order to pull him from Calder.

When they began tugging as to bring him out, Calder yelled again while Padma hurriedly cut at the edges of the incision to make it wider.

He was in so much pain that it was using all his strength to stay awake; the wood that he had clung to next to him that made up the bed was crunching under his grip.

Calder wanted to see his child more than anything in the world.

Widening the cut seemed to help immensely and within the next minute, Padma was gently sliding a hefty sized babe from Calder's stomach.

There was no crying at first, and it sent a shot of panic through Calder so quickly that he forgot about the pain for a moment. His hand let go of the wood and he was staring at his son with wide eyes.

Padma did not seem to be worried and only wrapped the babe in a blanket and wiped a bit at his nose and mouth.

This seemed to wake the baby up and soon the babes cries were filling the room.

Calder was amazed by how perfect the boy was; he was big and healthy, with such a handsome face even though he was wailing loud enough to wake the world, his hair was blond and damp and his skin paler than the moon.

Padma handed the babe over to Hemming after clipping the cord and then they set to work on threading a needle in order to stitch Calder's stomach shut.

The pain was still there; a steady thrum in his stomach that made him want to vomit with how deep it sat. But Calder was able to ignore it easily while he stared.

Calder watched Hemming coo at the babe and hold him in a gentle way.

"You have to name him, love." Calder grinned breathlessly, his face was sweating and his eyes drooping, but it was worth it to see his husband and child together.

Calder could barely feel the sharp pain pricks from the needle while Padma worked. There was only harsh throbbing that forced him to stay still and inhale lowly.

Hemming looked to Calder and gave his mate a weary smile, glancing to where his pack mate was sewing carefully before sitting down next to Calder.

"Jerrick Calderson." Hemming murmured as he picked up one of Calder's hands to place it on the babes chest.

Calder whimpered as tears gathered in his eyes. He could feel his babes heartbeat along with Hemming's and his own.

"Jerrick Hemmingson. He is so beautiful. Our babe, our little god." Calder whispered as the tears started streaming down his face, even though there was a weak smile there also.

When he looked over into the room, the whole pack was standing there with tears in their eyes also; even Nadir was smiling and had a red nose.

Padma had unknowingly pulled something else from Calder's body that had him grimacing while they put the bloody mass into a bowl.

"What the fuck is that?" Calder drew up his nose as Padma handed the bowl to Hale, who grimaced at it also. He had not forgotten about his babe, but this was utterly repulsive.

"The food source the babe used while inside of you. Some say it is good to eat after birth if you wanted to try?" Padma smirked and chuckled when Calder stuck out his tongue.

"No, I would rather not eat anymore strange things. A rabbits womb was enough for me." Calder tried laughing but was stopped by the pain still leaching his abdomen.

Padma winced apologetically while they finished up the last few stitches.

All Calder wanted to do was take a bath. With his babe in his arms and Hemming next to him, the sea healing his wound.

"Once Padma is done, I would like to go to the ocean." Calder spoke hazily towards Hemming and unconsciously rubbed a hand over Jerricks fuzzy head.

"You need to rest, Calder. Moving you to our house will already be stressful on your bo-"

"No, Hemming, take me to the ocean. I will heal faster in the water." Calder shook his head gently and sighed, his eyes shutting of their own accord.

He heard Hemming sigh, but Calder barely registered it as the tiredness leaching at him finally claimed hold.

The last thing he felt before falling asleep was his babes still slightly moist skin and a small smile finding its way onto a tired face.

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Calder woke in the ocean.

He was only partially in the waves, but could feel the water lapping at his abdomen.

"How do you feel?"

Hemming's voice sounded from beside his ear; Calder noticed finally that he was propped up against the man, his back against his mates chest.

"Better." Calder hummed, a hand coming to feel at where the stitches in his stomach had already begun to fall out. "Where is Jerrick?"

"Here."

Calder turned and saw that Hemming was holding the boy with one of his arms, easily passing their son over to Calder, who cooed gently and adjusted himself. He sat up a little bit more so that Jerrick was not dipped in the water at all; he still did not know if the babe could handle it.

"Hello, Jerrick. Such a little man you are, would you like to eat? You should be grateful, your Papa had to grow breasts to be able to do so." Calder smiled and made sure his son was able to latch onto his nipple.

Now that Jerrick was clean, Calder was able to see every detail about his son in the winter light.

He had blond hair, but there was a touch of red throughout. He had Hemmings nose, but Calder's lips; Calder could only wait until he could see the babes eye color.

While he fed, he made a small clicking noise that made Calder smile and Hemming chuckle from behind them.

This was all Calder could ever want from life.

Not marrying a woman and being forced to live a long life he hated, but to be loved by a family and love them just as equally. His fake mother never loved him, but he now knows that he has a real mother and father that would have given him the world if they were able.

Hemming was who he was meant to be with; he was caring, handsome, and did everything in his power to make sure Calder was happy.

"I love you, Hemming."

"I love you too, Calder."

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