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“Alright.
Technically there's two options
we have here. I could give you a shot
of the remedy that would trigger your
labor again, it'd increase the intensity
of the contractions and shorten the
time intervals between them.
It's the only way to make you dilate
faster because it's about time to get the
little one out. But realistically spoken..

This isn't an option for you.”

Kenma stared at the doctor with glossy,
swollen eyes, his hand tightly intertwined
with his boyfriend's while his other
hand rested on top of his belly.

“You're exhausted,
your body is exhausted.
Your vitals show me that you're at
your limit and I'm not going to put
you and your baby at risk here.”

“What's the other option?”

Even though the blonde appreciated
what Kuroo had asked, he already
knew the answer.

And even though he was so close
to fainting from exhaustion, he'd
rather choose the remedy.

“A c-section.”

Fresh tears were already making
their way down the boy's flushed
cheeks again at the news, the grip on
his boyfriend's hand only tightening.

“It's for your own and your baby's safety.
I'll let the surgeon know so they can
prepare a room while a nurse will
give you the local anesthesia.
You're allowed to choose someone
to accompany you in the surgery room
to support you, let the nurse know your
choice so she can get a fitting gown.”

Kenma couldn't even answer anything,
there was just too much information at
once and just the news of the c-section
already overwhelmed him completely.

He briefly looked at his mother with

teary eyes before returning his gaze to
his hand on his baby bump when she
only gave him a knowing smile.

Of course Kuroo would be the one to
be with him during the surgery.

He should be there for their
baby when Kenma couldn't.

“It's okay, kitten. You're not going
to be in pain anymore, right?”

The ravenette pressed a soft kiss
on his boyfriend's forehead when
Kenma looked up at him, tired eyes
glassy and blood-shot from crying.

There was nothing really comforting
in the older's words but the blonde knew
that Kuroo was just trying to help.

“You'll do so good. And we'll hold
our mini human on our arms
faster than you think.”

Everything about being in the
surgery room was scary.

The nurses and doctor almost
completely hidden in their gown,
the bright light and table of different
surgery utensils, the fact that Kenma
couldn't feel his lower half at all anymore
and his knowledge that he was about
to get cut open in a few seconds.

He didn't want this, any of this.

“Kitten.”

The blonde's amber eyes met his
boyfriend's chocolate ones when Kuroo
leaned over him and cupped his cheeks,

thumbs carefully brushing away
the tears.

“I love you so much.
I'm so proud of you.”

Tetsuro tried his best to give his
boyfriend a reassuring smile before he
pressed a long kiss on his forehead.

But he couldn't help but wince in
discomfort when he felt the surgeon start.

Only because he didn't feel any pain
because of the anesthesia didn't mean
that he didn't feel anything at all.

He could feel how they placed the
knife on his skin, he could still feel his
baby shift slightly at the strange touches.

But the moment he closed his teary
eyes again, hand tightly intertwined
with Kuroo's as he focused on the
feeling of his boyfriend pressing little
kisses on his head, it was already over.

His feline eyes shot open at the sound of
a soft cry, his gaze instinctively searching
for Tetsuro's just as teary eyes before he
looked at the small, crying baby that
was lifted up over the small curtain
so his parents could see them.

“Congratulations, it's a little boy.”

The doctor announced with a soft
voice as a nurse cut the umbilical cord.

Even though he was a rather big baby,
he was so damn tiny.

Just a little human that was so
overwhelmed to be in this world now.

And Kenma couldn't help but whine
in protest when instead of giving him his
son, they brought the tiny, whimpering
child away to get him cleaned up.

“Shh, it's okay. They'll bring him

back in a second, kitten.
I'm so so proud of you, you did so well.
And we..

We have a son, Kenma.”

Kuroo smiled as the first tears rolled
down his cheeks and lifted their
intertwined hands up to press a kiss
on the back of his boyfriend's hand.

“We do..”

The blonde smiled back tiredly,
not even caring anymore that
he was crying again.

They were tears of relief and
pure happiness after all.

Their small son was finally here.

After almost 40 weeks inside his
papa's tummy, a long and painful labor
and a not so fun surgery their
mini human was finally here.

“There you go,
one fresh little one for the dads.”

A nurse came over to them with a
small, blue blanket bundle in her
arms and carefully placed the small
child in his daddy's arms.

“Make sure to support his head
properly like this. There you go,
just like that.”

She smiled softly when Kuroo
adjusted his son in his arms,
the biggest smile on his face when
their son grunted softly.

And of course he immediately
lowered their child a bit so Kenma
could have a look at him too.

“Hi there.”

The blonde sniffled softly as he
took the tiny, chubby hand in his that
was sticking out of the blanket bundle,
his heart almost bursting from pure
happiness overload when his son
wrapped his small hand around
his finger.

“Gosh, you look so squishy.
I really want to bite your cheeks.”

“Kuroo!”

But the ravenette only chuckled and
instead placed a soft peck on their
little one's chubby cheek,
earning a small whine.

“Welcome to the world,
Kozume Naoki.
Our little Nao.”

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