Giving Life
Chapter 52: Giving Life
"Ahhhnmhmhn!"
It should have been screams of pain that were supposed to come out of her mouth, but it was nothing like that could be heard.
Instead, it was moaning.
Lots of loud erotic moaning, it sounded like she was making love and mating with Michael once more, but that was not the case…
It turned out that Maleva was a lot farther along in her pregnancy than everyone suspected.
Everything happened so fast that they barely had enough time to crawl out of the local jail and bring her back to her mother's office AKA the mayor hall of the small town of Cherry Wood.
"Mhmmhm!"
The moaning continued as Maleva lay right on top of her mother's desk. Logically speaking, this wasn't the place where she was supposed to be. Where she was ideally supposed to be was the local medical clinic. Cherry Wood had no real hospital, the town was a bit too small to have one and support one, but they had a very good clinic this was the place where she should have been, but this was not where she was at all.
The clinic was on the other side of town.
It was too far.
So, her mother's desk was going to have to do just fine.
The most important thing about this was the fact that she wasn't alone.
First and foremost: Aurora was there.
However, Maleva's mother, Marsha, was also there. She was wearing thick black iron handcuffs on both her wrists and her ankles, but she was still there. She had to be present for the birth of her grandchild.
Michael was there, as well. Sort of, but he had to wait outside in the corridor leading up to Marsha's office. This was how it was done.
While Michael was expecting to hear loud screaming of pain, there were still constant and torrid moaning sounds coming out of the office.
"Ahn! Mmh!"
Why?
Why was it the case?
Michael couldn't wrap his mind around it, but her moaning had for effect of arousing him in the waiting room, so to speak. He shouldn't be. This shouldn't be happening, but it did, and the confused man found himself with a huge hard-on—a terrific boner that made it a terrible pain for him to be wearing pain while he was waiting outside the room.
From his viewpoint, Michael heard a cacophony of things that made him wish to be in that room with everyone else, even though, he was told not to go in the first place. Maleva's moaning was only the introduction to all of this.
Then came many more things…
"Alright! You're almost there! You're almost there, honey!" her evil mother encouraged her.
I don't know what to think! Marsha, who wanted all of us dead, is now helping her? This is getting too complicated for me! Why can't her mom be a monster all the time? That'd make things a lot simpler for someone like me!
And he wasn't wrong, at all…
That wasn't even the end of what he heard through that door…
"You'll be a great mom of your own! I know this for a fact, Maleva! We're all here supporting you!" this was Aurora, her grandmother this time around, also encouraging her.
Michael hated himself for not being in there in the room with all of them, but he was specifically told not to go… This wasn't on him, but he still wished he could see the birth of her child.
This was not something he felt ready for, and this was definitely something that was overwhelming him a lot, but was he excited about this? Oh, yes, he was!
The moaning continued and over time…
However, there was something else that came along and disrupted Redheart even more…
It turned out that it wasn't only her that was moaning, but the same thing came to be for the other ladies in the room, as well…
Maleva's mother, Marsha, could soon be heard moaning, too.
Then…
… It was Aurora's turn…
Are they all moaning now? Michael asked himself, as he knew for a fact that it was not only his girlfriend moaning, but all of them in separate instances, and since he could easily recognize their different voices, he could also tell whose voice it was whenever he heard one of them.
It was easy for him to distinguish and differentiate them and their voices.
So easy.
Why are all of them moaning, now? It doesn't make any sense! It didn't make any sense earlier when Maleva was moaning either, but now, it's the three of them! If only I could be in that room with them and figure out what the hell is going on in there! Michael thought as he stood up in the waiting room before Marsha's office.
It went on like this for quite some time until, eventually, it came to an end…
Michael felt pretty awkward about the entire thing since she was supposed to be giving birth and yet, the three women on the other side of that door were moaning their guts out. Eventually, the wild moaning evolved into howling…
This was the part when everything collapsed for him.
If Michael was dying to be in that room with them earlier, this sentiment had become insanely unhinged as time went on and the wolf howling started. The brave hunter stood up in the waiting room and attempted to open the door, which separated him from everyone.
Thump!
It wouldn't open.
The door was locked.
Not only by a typical lock mechanism but also by chains, which made it entirely impossible for him to enter.
Chains? Why chains? What's going on here? He asked himself.
"Hey! Is everything ok in there!"
He could still hear the disturbing howling on the other side of the door.
This didn't feel like this was about to end anytime soon…
This called the worried man into action, and he then aggressively hit the door with his shoulder.
Thud!
The door, unfortunately, wouldn't budge.
It wouldn't come open.
Thud!
He tried once more.
It still wouldn't bulge. Not even one bit.
But then, the howling soon stopped…
It was quite abrupt, but they did stop, all at the same time…
An eerie silence replaced the howling, however, before the silence could install itself for too long…
Woof!
A pup's bark was heard on the other side!
What is this about?
The chains then suddenly came loose by themselves!
The door was soon unlocked!
Michael turned the doorknob and finally opened that door…
Creak…!
On the other side of that door, Michael was bewildered to discover that his precious Maleva sitting on a wooden chair with a pup wolf in her arms.