Joey was really starting to regret not getting high before doing this. Jesus Christ, you just wouldn’t stop screaming. He couldn’t blame you though, not when you were pushing his baby out.

He winced at your shrieking, making sure to hold your hand. You squeezed his fingers so tightly he was sure they would break, but he didn’t mind. It wasn’t anything short of what he’d felt before. He could handle it.

You, however? Well, childbirth was kicking you in the ass right now. You’d lost count of how long you’d been there for, all the hours and minutes were starting to blur together. It was safe to say that you really couldn’t handle it.

You made a mental note to not have any more of Joeys baby’s.

“I don’t want to!” You cried hysterically, borderline giving up.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re doing so well.” Joey muttered, rubbing his thumb back and forth over your knuckles. His other arm was across your pillow, above your head.