Delicate Situation

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Delicate Situation

Sara Black written by shtteredprncess,Reg Black written by shtteredprncess,.Blaise Zabini written by Amorentia, Ewan Zabini by Amorentia,Dr. Gregory House written by Amorentia

Sara POV

"Uhhh..." My eyes opened to a warm sensation flooding between my legs.  Eyes wide, I turned to Blaise, pressed snuggly up against me, "Georgeous?" I shook his shoulder lightly, "Georgeous?"  I watched his eyes struggle open, "Did you just pee on me?"

His brow drew together, "Darling, have I ever pee'd on you before?"  And like a bulb turning on, the realization of what just happened filled both our minded.  His eyes popped all the way open as he sprung from the bed, "Sara," I shifted uncomfortably around the tightness in my back, seeing his eyes on my stomach as he flipped the light on, "Your water... the babies...." his wand was out of the holder, waving around as he began sending patronuses, knowing I didn't want to go to the hospital after the way my last birth had gone there,  "Are you okay? Do I need to get something?"

I placed a hand on my aching back, looking up at him, "It can't be...I'm not having contractions...I mean, my back hurts like a bitch and I'm sore...but..." I trailed off, trying to remember my birth with Brailee, but it was a blur of red and then darkness.  I hadn't been awake for any of it, only pulling back to conciousness for brief moments, before slipping out again.  I had no idea what to do here.

Blaise looked terrified, which wasn't putting me at ease, "you're back hurts?" He had a hand on the wall, like he was trying to steady himself, "Like Brailee back hurts?"

Knowing where his mind was traveling, I tried to set his mind at ease, "Like your mom was a pain in my ass hurts" no sooner than the words were out of my mouth, a sharp pain streaked through my lower abdomen, feeling like something was ripping me apart inside, "owww..Oh...ok. that hurt"

Blaise POV

This was not how it was supposed to go. Sending anouther patronus to House, I walked closer to Sara, closing my eyes before looking with relief that there was no blood coming out of her. With a hand on her back. I started stroking her saying as much to myself as her, "Breath..... it's okay...."

But the contractions were coming too close together with out anyone who knew how to manage them for things to be okay.

"Oh.....oohhhh....," Sara started breathing throught what sounded like an extremely painful contration. At the end of it she feel back on the bed saying, "Ok, gorgeous, make it stop!"

Downstairs I heard two loud cracks of appartion followed by male voices singing at the top of their lungs in slurred voices:

I'm Henry the 8th I am,
Henry the 8th I am, I am,
I got married to the widow next door,
She's been married 7 times before,
And every one was a Henry (Henry),
She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
I'm her 8th old man I Henry,
Henry the 8th I am

Second verse same as the first
I'm Henry the 8th I am,
Henry the 8th I am, I am....

In obvious discomfort Sara asked, "Is that Reg?"

"You have to be bloody kidding me," I answered knowing it was Reg with a drunken House.

"Is there a doctor in the house?" House hollared from downstairs.

"I think House is in the House." Reg played off of him.

"Where is your Dad?" Sara asked me, as I wondered the same thing. Of all the months we've had House on payroll, he picks the night Sara goes in labor to get intoxicated.

"Is there a house in the house?" House asked Reg loudly. "How is that physically possible."

"Just breath, sweetheart." I kissed Sara'a hair. "I'll be right back." At the top of the stairs I hissed down at House, "What the hell? Sara's in labor and you're drunk? Bringing him?"

"You sent him over," Reg defended himself as Sara started yelling through a contraction,  "Wwww...ok." pant "..why..." pant "...am.." pant " ...I.." pant "by..." pant "..my.." pant "..self?"

"You better sober up and quick." I demanded as I sent another Patronus to Father.

"I think Daddy's mad." I heard House say to Reg as I walked back to rejoin Sara. "Should we go see why?"

Sara was propped up on pillows on her back sitting on the opposite side of the bed where her water broke with a towel between her legs. I covered her with a sheet as I put my arm around her trying to reassure her, "You're doing great, darling. I've called Father."

House staggered through the door saying, "Congratulations are in order, I believe. Of course it's not really labor unless the doctor says it's labor."

Just then Sara contracted almost coming up off the bed. House looked at Reg saying, "Looks like labor to me."

"I think you should double check," Reg said with a rogue grin. "Maybe she's faking."

Stumbling as he approached, House walked toward the bed saying, "Time to stick my hand in your naughty parts to have a little look see."

Raising my wand I threatened him, "Back your drunken hands away from her."

"You've hired me to do a job." House retorted. "It's hard to do that from over here."

"Consider yourself fired." I told him as I sent another emergent Patronus to his Father.

Some tears started to roll down Sara's face while she breathed through another hard contraction as she asked, "Remember how bad this looked like it was going to hurt on the video?"

Sweat beaded on my brow as I tried to figure out what to do.

"Looks like Daddy's going to be getting introduced to his babies first hand unless he moves his wand and let's me do my job." House said to Reg.

Reg grinned asking, "Want me to do it?"

"Oh HELL NO," Sara shouted.

My wand raised higher, "Maybe you two should leave." Turning to Sara I just knew, "Father will be here any minute."

"Sure." House said sarcastically. "Birthing is the most natural thing in the world. Especially for someone who already died her first time trying it. Judging by the sounds of her gawd awful pain, I'd say your Father has about ten minutes till you get to deliver your little bundles yourself."

Where was he?

"Why is there so much pressure?" Sara cried out with more tears flowing down her face as she yelled in pain.

"Right on cue." House smiled.

"What on cue?" I asked.

"I've always been been good with numbers." House tossed his cane up catching it with his hand.

"What does that mean?" I snapped.

House wave his wand over Sara's stomach answering me, "It means baby number one is on it's way. Can I put my hands in her naughty parts now?" Putting his hands together like he was praying, he stuck out his bottom lip begging, "Please? Pretty Please?"

By far this was the most exasperating experience of my life. Looking at Sara I knew she needed assitance. She didn't want to go to St. Mungo's. Father was Merlin-knows-where while the only person who know anything about birthing was piss drunk.

"Somebody needs to make it stop," Sara cried.

"I think she wants you in her naughty spots," Reg said to House.

Giving a kiss to Sara's head, I faced what I never knew till then was my worst nightmare. Supressing the moment of panic I knew I loved her enough as said to House, "Tell me what to do." 

"Someone needs to feel around in there to see what's going on." House made a swirling gester with his finger that made my stomach turn.

Closing my eyes, I asked Sara the unthinkable. "I love you, sweetheart. Lay down."

As Sara laid back, Reg attempted to move between her legs looking at House saying, "It's familar terriotory, I got this."

Shoving him hard, I threatened him again with my wand saying clearly, "Don't try that again." I was not in the mood to play.

Kneeling on the bed between Sara's legs for the second time today, I tried to push aside how different this time was from the last as I asked House, "Shouldn't I have gloves for this?"

"Do you usually need gloves to fondle her naughty spots?" House asked with raised brows.

"I'm not... ugh....." This was different. So different. I didn't have the words. I just looked at Sara apologetically as I closed my eyes sticking on finger inside of her with my other hand on her knee. Just then Sara raised up with another contraction as warm liquid gushed out of her all over my hand. My eyes opened, hand pulling back, as Sara grabbed onto Reg's hand squeezing to ease the pain.

"Go back in there." House leaned over me. "A lot more that that is going to come out in a minute."

Shaking some of the excess fluid off my hand, I tightened my resolve with a deep breath to try this again. 

"I suggest the two finger approach." House still leaned over my shoulder.  Though I wanted to say this couldn't get any worse, I knew it could. Shaking my head I followed his advice.

"What exactly am I supposed to be feeling for?" I asked.

As Sara contracted again, this time Reg cried out too, jerking his hand away from after the crunching sound of bones in his hand breaking.

"Would you like me to heal that for you?" House asked him.

"I have my fingers inside my laboring girlfriend." I shot at House. "Can you focus please?"

"You know that big squishy dangly thing that's usually at the top of the happy cave." House explained in probably the most horrific way possible. "Is it there now dangling?"

"Get some skelegro and shut the hell up," Sara barked at Reg as he complained. Holding his hand, he moved away from Sara to where she kept the skelegro from the bathroom. Again another one hit  this time she started to involuntarily push, looks at us completely freaked yelling, "OKkkkkkk....ooohhhh."

Cursing I spoke as fast as I can, "There's no dangly thingy just something kind of squishy but hard."

"Daddy, meet your baby." House said in a fake sweet voice. That was not something I was ready to hear. I cursed again before looking at Sara apologizing.

"What do I do?" I yelled at House. 

"Feel the babies head," he directed. "Do you you feel a diamond or a triangle?"

"You have to be bleeding kidding me..... "

"We're not playing shape games, we need to know how the baby is presenting." House answered.

Turning my head away I tried to perceive as much as I could with my fingers still trying to supress the reality of what I was actually doing. "A diamond. I think."

"Maybe we should play shape games." House stood up. "Do you know what a diamond is shaped like?" He held up his hands on a diamond shape causing me to threaten him with my eyes. If he wasn't the only one here who knew what the hell was going on, I would have killed him.

"I don't care what shape it is," Sara screamed. "Just make it stop hurting."

"Karma," Reg pouted. When Sara flicked him off, I actually breathed a bit lighter knowing that told me she was somewhat okay.

Next thing I knew, House put a hand on Sara's knee explaining to her, "You're babies in perfect position then, given your boyfriend here knows his shapes."

My eyes promised death of he didn't get his sloppy hands off of Sara. "What do I do know?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"Having you hand plug the hole she's trying to push your baby out off won't help get it out." House pulled at sarcastic tone of his.

Cursing I pulled my hand out, wiping the blood and stuff from my hand onto the sheets. Without thinking I went to wipe the sweat on my forehead, before realizing with disgust the gew I just wipped there. Using the other hand that wasn't covered in birthing matter, I cleaned my forehead trying to breath asking, "What do I do know?"

"Now is a good time to start stretching her perineum so she doens't rip." House flippantly.

"The who so she doesn't what?" My eyes almost came out of my head.

"Ripping sounds bad," Sara looked terrified as she moaned in pain. "I don't think I wanna do that."

"We could use some lube to help...," Reg bent down to pull Sara's sex toy box out from under the bed. "I know she has some in here somewhere."

Sara grunted through the next contrations as she tried to reach Reg to start hitting him,  'Get...him..out...of...there."

There wasn't time for me to make the bastard leave. House rummaged in the box tossing me a tube saying, "Perfect. Strawberry Cheesecake should go good with the taste of the amniotic fluid when you bite the chord."

All the blood drained from my head as it suddenly felt light as my vision blurred.

"Just kidding...." House whispered. "But now would be a good time to start stretching

"What..." I tried to control my anger and get the blood back to my head. "What am I stretching?"

"With the lube, you're going to take two fingers in a U motion pulling on that stretchy tissue at the bottom of the opening."

Pulling in tissue around Sara's vaginia to stretch it did not sound pleasant for her nor I.

"You have to really pull." House smiled really enjoying himself. "It will help her in the long run."

Sara sat up making some more fluid come gushing out when she bared down a bit looking frightened asking House, "Is that gonna hurt too?"

"Probably not worse than broken fingers," Reg mumbled.

"Take both sides of your mouth with your fingers and pull as hard as you can." House suggested with a wink. "They don't call it the ring of fire for nothing."

Again, I looked at the woman I loved apologetically. Trying to avoid what I was going to one of my favorite places on Sara's anatomy, I looked at the ceiling.

"You might want to watch what you're doing so you don't accidently get the wrong whole." House suggested. 

"Merlin, I wish I'd paid more attention to that tape." I made myself look supressing the turn of my stomach at the sounds Sara was making as I did as House directed.

In a booming voice he began twirling his cane singing as Reg joined in:

I'm Henry the 8th I am,
Henry the 8th I am, I am,
I got married to the widow next door,
She's been married 7 times before....

"Will you two shut the hell up!" I barked.

My sweet Sara looked at me apologizing. "I'm sorry, gorgeous. Your...doing....great." At the same time I said,  "You're doing great. I have no idea what I'm doing, but you're doing great." Locking eyes we shared a looking knowing we were going to have to get each other through this cause we were basically on our own here.

Then her attention pulled away as she cried with more tears, "Ohhhh...oooohhh...this hurts so bad...ooohhh...". Sara started pushing hard. With eyes wide I cursed out loud again.

"Is that any kind of language to use around your baby." House looked over my shoulder as a head with dark hair peeked out.

"You're doing it, Sara... " I told Sara amazed. "You're almost done."

"With this one." House had to add in.

"You're not helping." I shot back.

"Will you come sit with me?" Sara asked Reg.

"Are you going to hurt me?" Reg asked. If my hands weren't covered in gunk, I would have Imperio'd him to sit with her so she wasn't alone. Seeing her tears he gave in with a reluctant, "Fine. We should have brought the liquor."

"Never....again....never....again," Sara yelled as the head moved closer as she bared down. House was telling me to keep stretching as the head approached the opening, while telling Sara to slow down and not to push if she doesn't think "rip" sounds like a nice sound.

"Ookkk..." Sara make a gugrling kind of noise trying not to push.

Reg patted her shoulder. Instead of a hand he gave her a dildo from her box saying, "Squeeze this."

With everything in me, I tried to focus one part of Sara's body I enjoyed so much being opened larger that I could have imagined it could around the head of our baby. After a hard push, the head popped out complete with a squished up face complete with a nose and stuff all over it. I cursed again as House told Sara with one hand on my shoulder, "Now pant, like your having an orgasm...You have given her one?" He asked me. "Nevermind.. you need to clean the babies airway." I looked at the not breathing head sticking out of Sara at a grotesque angle as he told me, "Put your mouth to the babies nose..."

"Come again!"

"Daddy, I can't breath......." House called in a baby voice.

Cursing yet again, I swallowed the bile in my throat moving toward the babies face to do what I had to in order to save our baby.

"He was going to do it." House laughed conjuring a suction bulb. "That's dedicated parenting right there."

"Even I knew that wasn't how you do it," Reg laughed.

Taking the bulb, I was so releived not to have to suck on any of the nasty stuff anywhere on the baby, I didn't even have the urge to kill the both. Like a trooper, Sara was panting to keep from pushing as I cleared the babies airways. With one hell of a push she worked the shoulders of our baby girl out so that our first born together slid into my hands. For a moment I sat stunned at the miracle of our beautiful little girl.

"Daddy... help me," House fake cried. "I'm cold and wet." It snapped be out of my trance putting Ember on Sara's chest asking, "Tell me what to do, old man..."

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