The pregnancy was in it's late term now, Atticus was bound to deliver soon and he couldn't help but worry. What if he'd have the children pre term? What if something wrong would happen? What if he was just destined to lose every child he ever had?
It was unreasonable paranoia but yet it stayed to haunt the man the more his belly grew.
It was early morning, too early to be awake. The sky still held the moon within its darkened surface and the world was still dark. Attie, being so swollen with pups could no longer sleep on his stomach anymore. He often slept on his sides since he wasn't really a back sleeper, especially because his back had been getting sore rather often now it was faced with the strain of the weight of a whole litter.
The Dalmatian was asleep, his back pressed against his lover, drifting into peace that only remained for a few more seconds before the veteran was disturbed.
His stomach felt like it turned, his muscles flexed with a contraction, something that he was now used to but this time it lasted longer and sent a pain pulsating in his gut. He curled where he rested, eyes cramming shut in a grimace as his maw tightened to let out a low groan to endure the pain that left his abdomen in knots.
Attie didn't initially know much about childbirth, but ever since he found out he was pregnant he read up quite a lot about it.
He knew enough that if contractions were followed by pain, it was likely labour and labour came in waves.
He was in denial at first, he was tired already and he was a little unsure - what if he was over reacting?
It was best to be safe then sorry.
After the first wave of pain died down the deputy turned to tap a paw over Henry's form, desperate to shake him awake, of course the leader had reacted with anxiety and urgent fear.
He was scared, who was there to blame? Childbirth often ended in tragedy, the thought haunted Attie too but he knew with his own wisdom and his husband's support these children would hopefully make it.
I'm not going to lose another child
In the chalet the next hours passed slowly and excruciatingly painfully, but Atticus, although in great agony, remained focus and rather silent despite being fully aware of the pain that spasmed through his core.
The dalmatian through his lifetime had gained quite an incredible pain tolerance through constant torture and agony. This was a whole new different sort of pain, it wasn't unwanted, it wasn't forced, he was very much aware of the good that would follow.
And it did.
It was strenuous, long, painful but successful.
By the deputy’s belly still swollen with milk, there were five wet little bundles of fur all climbing over to find a spot to feast, all healthy, all alive. The thing that Attie feared had not happened and he felt as if he was blessed to not experience tragedy today.
The thought was sad, but the fact was beautiful.
The male was quite exhausted, he was curled around his pups to keep them warm and although all he wanted to do was pass out and fade into a deep rest, he'd remain conscious and awake to admire and tend to the new litter he had been gifted, his tongue ran over each and every little newborn and he'd smile in a drowsy fashion, lids hanging over his eyes, the curl of his lips only faint, he was absolutely exhausted but he forced himself to stay upright and awake as he faced his lover.
"H-Henry, love, have 'ny names'n mind?"
His words were slurred and spoken in a murmur, making his tired state apparant.
// @MELCHOIR HACKSAW @PERCIVAL. @Alter H. @JULES!! @Clara. @Dr. Henry Hacksaw
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GENERAL:
- Atticus Hacksaw| "Attie" | Male
- Homoromantic | Demisexual
- Taken, married to Henry Hacksaw
- Medic and Deputy of Windclan
- 2 Years
- Pregnant
FACTS:
-Was a medic in World War 2
-Holocaust survivor
-Suffers from PTSD
-Religious, Jewish
-Former Morphine addict
-Knows Hebrew and some German
PHYSICAL:
- Dalmatian| health: 80%
— An incredibly thin biologically female Dalmatian dog with pure white fur absolutely littered with black spots and freckles. Has bright green eyes and a huge black nose. Has a bob where his tail is supposed to be - it partially fell due to frostbite. He currently wears a black sash around his waist and a beige satchel over his back. His lower limbs are littered with little cuts and scars due to travelling and injuries received from such travels. Has the number '1809' tattooed on his right inner wrist
Injuries- Missing tail, a few scars and cuts on legs
PERSONALITY:
-ISFP
-Neutral Good
Sympathetic, Fair, Determined, Hardy, Adaptable, Self-Sufficient, Faithful, Devoted, Loyal, Kind, Caring, Guilty, Ashamed, Righteous, Modest, Humble, Defensive
INTERACTION:
- Easy physically | Medium mentally
- Will not start fights
- Attack in underlined black