mpreg · synthetic womb · loving · emotional · brave · resilient · romance · fatherhood · sci-fi · gentle
Rain drummed a soft rhythm against the cottage glass, framing the intimate chaos within. Elliot clutched James’s hand, knuckles white, as sweat beaded on his forehead. A contraction seized him, ragged breaths escaping his lips. The synthetic womb had prepared him for this natural, visceral labor. “I can’t—James, I don’t know if I can do this,” he gasped, voice fracturing. James smoothed his hair. “You are doing this. You’re incredible. I’m here.” The midwife smiled. “Crowning, Elliot. One more push.”