Undesired

Dustin had put Chris on the couch and was holding him, cooing to him sweetly.
"David!!!" He hollered, his eyes wide and urgent.

DAvid followed the voice and ran in the room, Dewayne still on his shoulders. He set Dewayne down and lifted Chris, running him to the guest room where he had set up all his equipment for the delivery.
"Dewayne!" Chris exclaimed, voice unsteady as he looked at his son longingly.
David laid Chris on the bed and was in doctor mode. Nothing mattered at the moment but getting that child out of Chris safely.

Dewayne gave a lame wave to his mom, sitting on the couch and watching as his father rushed to go and hold Chris's hand.

"Be my assistant baby?" David smiled at Dewayne as he put on plastic gloves and grabbed a marker. He felt around Chris's stomach, pushing and avoiding places which Chris winced when he touched. He then marked where the incision would be

"Are you shitting me?" Dewayne shook his head incredulously. "You GOTTA BE shitting me."

"Just hand me shit hun." David hummed as he sterilized the area.
Chris looked up at Dustin with terrified eyes, clutching onto his hand.

Dewayne walked over, glaring at his lover.
"I hate you. And your sleeping alone for some time. I should just go back home."

David winked as he pulled the key out of his pocket.
"Locked ya out babe. Now pull my hair in a ponytail please. My hands are steril." He winked, pecking Dewayne's cheek.
Chris eyed them.
"You two... dating?"
"I'd say so but you just stay calm Chrissy. Focus on breathing/."

Dewayne carefully put his hair up, chewing the inside of his cheek.
"I will break a fucking window." He glared at his mother heatedly.
"Yes we are, not like its any of your business."

David gave him a look.
"Babe please do not stress him while he's giving birth. It could hurt him or the baby. And you don't want that." He sighed as he grabbed his knife.
"And do not break the damn window." He whined.

"Gimme the fucking key and I wont." Dewayne was NOT going to give in, he was not holding a grudge, he was just upset and hurt.

David sighed, sitting down the knife and spinning around. He placed his hands on Dewayne's cheeks and rested their foreheads together.
"Dewayne baby please not now. Look at him."
Chris's face was full of terror and pain. Not just physical pain. Emotional.. his baby seemed to hate him...
"He's giving birth for the first time. This is one of the biggest moments of his life. Do you love him? I know you do hun. So be here for him. You let me work and hold his other hand please. You tell him you love him and after its all over I want you to try and talk it out. Please baby. For me." He pecked his lips

Dewayne huffed at him.
"God damn you. Are you trying to hurt me or something? Is that your goal? Not like you havent tortured me for fucking hours and then we played the yes bu no game. And now your making me sit here, with them, and all this shit? I dont want to god damn! Im not usually selfish but im fucking done!"

"Honey please I can't do this now.." He never let things interupt his work. "You can't avoid them forever, they're your parents! Please Dewayne, of course I'm not trying to hurt you!"

"Then let me the fuck go...." Dustin growled, hugging Chris tightly.
"You need your ass beat!"
"And you need to keep it in your pants!"

David sighed at him, his head cocked to the side. His eyes were in puppy dog mode without him trying.
"I really didn't think you were that type of person." He shook his head, sighing deeply. This really did upset him...
He tossed the keys.
'Go. Fine." He grabbed his knife.

Dewayne took the eyes, staring as his heart ached.
"Fine. Fuck it, me and my shit will be gone before you get home." He gave David a last hurt look before storming off.

"Dewayne! Damnit." He cursed, putting his head in his moments before collecting himself.
"You have a child to deliver damnit! Get it together!" He scolded hismelf. He tried but he just couldn't concentrate. He took the knife and as gentle as possible, made the first slice on Chris's stomach. The blood curdling scream rang through the house.
Dewayne was leaving....
This was all David could think about.

Dustin closed his eyes, crying softly as he held onto his fiance. Dewayne heard and it just made him run. He ran home, wiping his eyes and then trying to get all his things.

David made another incision, refusing to think of Dewayne...
"Dustin, I need you to hold the skin apart for me please." David said gently. Dewayne could have done it if he were here.

Dustin nodded, swallowing hard as he held the skin apart, hating the feeling of Chris's blood on him. He screwed his eyes shut tightly.
Dewayne got everything packed, he then went out and made himself a camp deep in the woods before going home and starting to move his belongings.

"Thank you. Shh, it'll all be okay." He cooed to both of them. He continued working, trying to be fast but careful. Soon, he glimpsed a head.
"I see it!"

Dustin sniffled, chewing his lip as he tried to be still. It took a while but Dewayne got all his things out on the woods. He came back and took one last look at the house...

David kept at it and soon he had removed the bloody, bawling child from Chris's stomach.
"Ohhh shh little guy. Shhhh." David cooed, smiling to it as he ran off to clean it up. He returned with it wrapped in a tiny blue blanket.
"You can hold him. Be gentle though. I need to sew Chris back up. Quickly."
He began stiching the cut back up.Chris was still sobbing as he looked up at the baby.

Dustin was amazed at his child, he made sure it was wrapped up well as he rocked it, cradling it in his arms.
Dewayne picked up one of David's favorite shirts and his pillow. Other than that everything was perfect...Like Dewayne had never been there.