Melody Jourdain, son of River and Alex Jourdain, is a young nineteen-year old surrogate. He doesn’t tell his parents about how close he really is to having the twins he’s carried for five months when he comes to visit his childhood home back in Scotland. Demonic pregnancies suck, don’tcha know? And the labours can be just as intense. He was not getting in the way of their date night again just over some mind pain…
Melody ‘s Play-By: Braden Barrie. See featured image.
Trigger Warning: Blood, graphic depictions of childbirth, male pregnancy, and language.
Melody Jourdain was far from inexperienced with dealing with pain and how to manage it. Breathing always was a key factor; it was how he survived getting inked up; the Hello Kitty on his arm with his father Sabriel’s name underneath as his form of representing the man who gave him his own love for that white cat before they lost him to the Fade. But Melody was not sure he could breathe through these pains much longer, as the time between was growing from half an hour between feeling that hot iron band around his belly flare, to almost fifteen. He was moving much quicker than he’d thought, and in honest belief that he’d be able to handle something like a birthing on his own was fucking stupid now that the baby was coming down so fast, dropping with every aching press of his muscles as their sibling kicked a bit in dislike. He was early, oh gods he was early, but the babies would choose their time, and compared to how long he carried his first child, this was almost a third longer.
The raven was currently labouring through in the shallow waters of the pool in his Papa’s backyard, out here in Scotland at their family home. Papa River and his dad, Alex, were out, and wouldn’t be back until at least eight, and it was just barely past two, Mel estimated, even with the overcast. Having been unable to get himself inside once he woke from a nap at poolside, Mel was regretting not alerting his parents to the low-key contractions he’d been having for the past two nights. And he should have gone inside earlier before he’d napped, but at the time, he’d ignored the signs, and he couldn’t really move much further than this. The father was a incubi demon, as far as he knew, and right now, as Melody tried to just breathe through the ache of his body trying to press down, he was cursing ever making the deal with that man. But dammit, the number of incubi just wasn’t steady… He wanted to help. Torn out of his thoughts, he felt that rapid change in his body as it tightened slowly. The necromancer and incubus-demon crossbreed was arching back a moment later, a loud cry of pain leaving his lips as he felt a heavier pressure; his waters hadn’t broken, and oh good fucking gods, that pure pressure at his contracting walls was making the nineteen-year old want to scream. The sun was not comforting, and as his contraction rolled through, the chaos user was left breathless. As the pain started to ebb once more, he tried to rise himself slowly, step by step (technically scooting himself up, he couldn’t stand if he wanted to right now), the raven grabbed at his satchel and took out an inhaler, taking a hard, heavy breath from it. He was gasping, and as the medication eased his airways, he had barely any time from getting off his backside some, til he was on his hands and knees, holding onto the rail as he spread his legs on the second step, water lapping at his thighs.
He was lost in the pain of it, but occasionally, he’d feel a shockwave of pure bliss when the second pup pressed right at his sweet spot, and the young man would cry out again as his body laboured. Panting for breath, nearly dropping his inhaler into the waters warmed by the sun, he groaned as he tried to roll through the pain. They were coming quicker, but that pressure hurt so much… Slowly, shakily, he sat up some, using the metal rail to balance as he slid a hand between his legs, feeling at his entrance that was just aching, swollen some from the slick his body was producing in effort to try to help ease the baby from his womb and birth canal. His fingers stroked very shyly, and he could feel himself tensing slowly all over again. This time, he pressed down with it, in effort to try to work the unborn pup out. Mel was crying out this time, his body unsure of what he was doing, even though he’d done this before. Bearing down firmly, the inked raven groaned through the half-minute long contraction before he felt it lessen… and something pressing out of himself. Trembling some, he stroked over it with shaky fingers pads, unsure of what was going on.
Stormy grey-blue orbs fell to his puckered, sore entrance, and the male groaned as he moved onto his back best he could without risking his hips pressing onto a step. Taking a moment to gather himself, he pulled his hand back and scooted up some, just enough to get his hips free of the lapping water. Groaning lowly, he returned a hand at himself, feeling at the odd thing that was slipping out of him just a little more with every deep contraction. Peering down the best he could with his stretched belly, he saw the light reflection in the pool water. it was… oh. Fuck. He needed to break his water if he wanted to speed this up, but he was terrified of the repercussions… His labour would grow a lot more painful, but he didn’t know how to do that. Not from here. Groaning out something under his breath as he slid one foot against the top step he was on, the necromancer used it for bracing himself, along with his other hand holding onto the metal bars that acted as a semi-banister for the pool steps. Letting this contraction ripple through, he gave a push when his body told him to, but he was trying to be as gentle as he could be with it all. Moaning through it and rotating his hips just a little, the pain getting more intense the further his pup slid down, Mel was left shuddering and trying to not scream again. His shoulder-length dark hair was getting slicked against his sweat-glossed body, his naked form trying to breathe through what he could in effort to let his body open more. But as Mel was guessing, these babes were not going to willing to wait much longer. Oh, Gods. The neighbours would freak if they could only see past the privacy fences.
Shaking, mewling as he felt his second pup kicking in retaliation at the muscles constricting, he was trying so hard to control his pushing. He didn’t want to risk his water breaking if he could help it; that sort of pain would be blinding, and there would be no chances he could control himself, his noises, or how fast the baby would come… and he did not want to tear. His ass was aching at this point, and the young necro breathed hard, bearing down a bit more after the contraction ebbed off. He wanted the pressure gone; they shared a single bag of amniotic fluid, and he knew sooner than later, it would break, and he’d be trying to control himself with no fucking chance. Cursing out loud, the young hybrid moaned through his next contraction, a low pressure getting worse each time with those sentimeter-like movements of his baby coming down from his body’s womb hidden safely in his body, connected up to his anal wall. It was just so fucking painful to feel himself getting this far… Taking a shuddering breath, his hand at his entrance still, he pressed two fingers into himself; while most times a vaginal birth was the simpler ideal, he did not have that luxury, and he was worried he was going to tear when the baby came out entirely. It had already stung feeling the first pup coming down from his womb, pushing past his cervix, but suddenly, his worries were cut very, very short. As he tried to get an estimate on how much he was open, the young wolf gave out a loud yell as he tried to grasp at the bars, his body forcing him to bear down this time, and holymotherofGojira, he was not holding back the soft yell that came from his open mouth as he felt his pup pressing further, stretching him and making him writhe.
Wrapping both arms around the bars, he was locked in place, bearing down until the pain released some… but the moment he could think without searing pain and instincts, he grabbed the nearest beach towel on a chair, and moved to pull himself from the water and over the fabric. Grabbing onto the bar again, he breathed heavily, shaking as he slid onto his knees, wanting to let gravity help push out the baby. But he didn’t realize how fast that would actually work, or he wouldn’t have. The next time that tight iron band went around him, he could not hold in the scream that was ripped from his throat as he body bore down; he could feel the baby at his entrance, and Melody was crying out curses as his baby’s head pressed at his opening, the sac breaking and the smell of the waters hitting his nose. There wasn’t time for him to register too much, but the pressure of the water leaving him made him moan in slow thanks. It was very short-lived, that release, because as he panted for breath, his body was bearing down again, and Mel was yelling out as he pushed. His muscles were working hard, and oh gods, it just hurt so much to feel the baby’s head starting to come.
Dropping his grasp, moving to brace himself on one hand as he reached down at his entrance as he settled back on his knees, the teen groaned in pain, but tried to quiet himself. Shallow, quick breaths were followed in rapid succession with the teen’s yell of pain as Mel pressed down in time with the ache in his back. His fingers slid into his opening some, and the teen was mewling some in a mix of pain and encouragement as he felt the baby’s head there, feeling at the wetted hair and trying to not be too disappointed as, just as soon as he felt the baby coming out more, the contraction ended too soon, and he felt the little bugger slipping back in. Oh, gods, it burned so much to have that head trying to push through, and he was realizing just how spoiled he’d been with his first daughter, Andromeda. Trying desperately not to scream out at the next contraction as it shoved through him, his labour really starting to hurt now, the force of the contractions getting harder, Mel bore down with a strained cry. Feeling and trying to guide the baby out, he kept his hand on that full head of hair as he felt the baby crowning slowly. It burned, ohfuckinghells, it burned. Gasping in pain, the raven couldn’t think straight as he tried to sit himself up a bit more on his knees, pushing down with the walls of his body. His hand tried to grasp, trying to keep the baby from sliding back in, but as the pain slid back, so did baby, and he did not hold in the yell that tore out of his throat. The second pup was coming from his womb now with every uterine contraction, and he was praying to the gods that this would fast. But a Jourdain never got that lucky.
As he felt the next instinctual pressing, Melody bore hard, slamming his eyes shut and trying to stretch his opening up more with a finger as the baby crowned again, and this time, while the contraction started to ebb, he pushed down again, refusing to feel that pain. He’d rather take it all at once, but he did not prepare for the pup’s head to stay at the halfway point, and oh, it made him cry out. Bearing down, Mel felt the pup crowning further, but the bugger was shifting a bit in their mother’s birth canal, and not willing to take the pain much further, the labouring necromancer gasped as he moved to lean himself back. His hands going to the baby’s head as he tried to keep himself steady, he pushed his back against the bar he’d been using earlier for support. Pushing down with the next contraction, he screamed as he felt the baby’s head pushing out, forcing his entrance to stretch and grasp onto the baby’s neck. If that hurt, oh he was going to lose it when the rest of the pup came…
Mel was panting hard, trying to stay calm, and with the smells of blood and fluid, of chlorine waters and his small garden not too far off, he felt at the baby’s head, unable to actually see anything over his stomach. The baby’s head easily fit almost snugly into his palm, hand he was letting tears slide down his cheeks. The pup was easily ready for the world, and oh good gods, he was scared for the second babe to come down further. With a moan of pain as he tried to breathe through his contraction, he fought hard, but in the end, a few seconds later, he couldn’t stop himself from pushing. And oh, he screamed. The baby’s shoulders pushing at his entryway, the teenager was left in agony as he slid one hand away, wrapping his arm around one leg as he bore down. He had to get past this, but oh fuck, ohfuckfuck, he was left drained after that push. The baby was pushing firmly right there, so close but still not out of his carrier. Melody took in sharp breaths, and as the next urge to push came, he didn’t dare fight. His cervix pressing his other pup down and into his birth canal was excruciating, but not as badly as it felt now that he didn’t nap through that first one. And with a scream that made his throat go raw, Mel held his leg firmly in place, and his hand at the baby moved to pull the umbilical cord a bit; the first shoulder slipped, followed by the wrinkly bluish baby’s arm, and Mel gasped for breath at the pain of it.
Without waiting on his body, Mel pushed down hard, his hand trying to help guide the baby free, and the necro cried out loudly as he felt the other shoulder slide free. Dropping his leg, he reached with both hands toward his infant, and it only took a single firm push from his muscles and the pull from his hands under the babes’ arms to have his first pup quickly delivered out after all of that. Quickly pulling the baby against his tight belly, letting the baby feel his mother’s skin, Mel slumped a bit against the metal of the bar, panting for breath as he eyed his newborn. Instinct kicked in, and the necromancer moved to clear the baby’s airways, blowing softly over the baby’s mouth before the little one began to wail loudly. He chuckled breathlessly, unable to cradle the baby, but Melody kept his little one as close to his chest as he could with the cord still in place. He was panting for breath, his body easing just a little; but he had a feeling the second pup was not far behind at all. He felt the low cramps, the pressing that was still intense, but instead to focusing on it, he tried to clean the newborn with his shirt he’d taken off to nap earlier.
Looking over the baby, drying him off the best he really could, Mel took in the babe’s features, eyeing the dark hair and the sex. “Y-ya been givin’ me ‘ell,” the raven panted out, his Scottish accent thick, “ya little lassie, you…” Gently moving to set the newborn down as she seemed to settle, one hand kept near her, Mel groaned as tried to ride through the contraction. Quickly, he was feeling the baby slide the rest of the way out of his womb and into his birth canal. It wasn’t a huge length, as much as his little drama queen beside him had made it out to be. But the raven was moving to bear down with a sharp cry as he felt the pup shifting and turning. It hurt, but he was halfway there, and he didn’t want help. He had volunteered, he’d finish it up on his own. Gasping and trying so hard not to lose himself to the next urge, he was blinded the moment he felt a slow gush of fluids; the pup was slicked from his broken waters, and right now, he had no time to think between contractions, they were so close together. Cursing and screaming each time he bore down, yells of German words and Southern terms breaking past his ears, Melody was quickly feeling his second pup pressing down at his entrance.
He was panting like he couldn’t breathe, and between the urges, he risked grabbing his inhaler and trying to take a strong hit from it. Dropping it after a long pull cut short, he coughed as he tried not to push too hard, but his body was not willing to listen now. A scream from his throat echoed around the poolside as he felt the burning getting intense again, and a slick pop when the contraction ended made his hand slide down. He felt for the baby, panting and mewling as he shifted his hips a bit, desperate to deliver the pup and end this. But as he felt, he gasped as he felt not a head, but the second pup’s behind. That explained why it was hurting worse now, but he was quickly trying not to panic. He’d never delivered a baby in breech, and nonetheless alone. Right now, he was terrified, but he didn’t have much time to register before he was bearing down with his body. The young necromancer let out a pained, high scream, and after three hard contractions, he had made no progress, no matter how much it was burning and stretching. He couldn’t just pull the baby free, either; it was mind-numbingly painful, and he could feel himself tearing each time his body bore down, trying to push the baby out of his body. Melody didn’t try to restrain the agonized cry that left his open mouth as he pushed as hard as he could during the hard contraction, and he didn’t know what was going to happen, but he was trying to hard to keep himself steady. Which, right now, seemed like climbing Mount Olympus.
Breathing heavily, Mel moved to slide onto his hands and knees slowly, his eyes shutting as he tried to roll his hips a bit in the air, wanting the baby to try to turn itself, trying to entice some movement of the baby. But when he felt a hand pressing at his lower back, massaging, the teen couldn’t even look up to see who it was as he was forced to bear down with all he could. The hand’s owner felt the tensing, and quickly, the hand retreated in effort to let the owner kneel down at Mel’s bleeding exit. A palm pressed at the teen’s entrance, firmly, and oh fucking hells, it made Melody want to scream. Panting and crying out, Melody was nearly screaming again as he tried to push against that palm, and the raven could feel the other hand slowly trying to turn the baby and attempting to get the babe’s body more lined up with the outside world. The guide’s hand stayed there, even as he felt the necromancer hybrid pushing and bearing down, the cries of pain not going on deaf ears. After another contraction, the raven moaned lowly as he felt the pup shifting just slightly, and those gentle hands went to slip into the necro’s torn opening to try to stretch the boy more. It hurt, and the carrier instantly yelped at the intrusion, a loud yell of pain leaving his open mouth as the hand tried to get a better grasp on the baby during this contraction that was pushing the pup outward from their mother’s canal.
There was barely any time to register much as the contraction ended, but oh fuck, he was so glad that the hand had moved off from keeping the baby inside. Panting for breath and trying to not freak out on the person kneeling behind him, he shakily reached a hand back at himself, and the guide softly guided the teen’s hand to where the pup was trying to come. The pressure of this was almost too much, but as he felt his next contraction slamming down, the digits that pushed into him were looping around the baby’s legs and Mel nearly fell against the towel under him, catching himself only barely. The pain increased heavily this time as the baby’s back end was being forced by its mother’s body, and without even a warning, the hands moved to loop into the unborn baby’s legs, pulling and slowly trying to help the wrinkled, bloodied infant turn as the little one was being slowly expelled, blood getting onto the teen’s thighs. Melody was left bawling in pain from the turning, the pressure changes making him scratch at the ground of the poolside, nearly screaming out for the unrelenting pressure to stop, gasping and his stormy eyes blown wide. The babe’s left foot slid out with his next push, and the teenager was left breathless as he tried to listen to that voice, but oh fuck, those fingers hurt so badly as they worked to try to help the pup come free. The raven’s body was panting hard, his back slicked up with sweat as he tried to think straight, the painful force of which the baby coming out almost entirely making him squirm and brokenly yell curses.
A gentle rumble of a voice was barely understood, and not twenty seconds later, Melody’s body bore hard again, the soft coaxing from the low voice helping to steady him. Now it was to just deliver the baby’s other foot and the pup would come easier. A cry of curses left him, and Melody didn’t try to hold back. “O-Oh, f-fuck!! H-hurts!!” the necromancer whined out, “Gods, stop!!” The pressure was insane, it burned like nothing else as Mel pushed. The smell of his own blood was getting heavy, and the guiding hands didn’t move, just holding the infant still as he waited for the baby’s body to slip free, head still locked in its mother. “You’re doing great, honey, just breathe, nice and slow, don’t tense…” Mel barely heard the soft tones, but he couldn’t stop the following yells as the baby was slowly coaxed out, the width of the babe’s little hips and sides quite a bit thicker than its sibling, and he was fisting his hands into the towel under him, gasping for air. “No, now come on, it’s okay. He’s coming. He’s just a little big. Just follow your body, do not fight it.”
But as Melody’s cries turned to a lower moan of pain, one guiding hand moved to gently stroke at the boy’s inner thigh, wiping away blood. Pushing down, the carrier yelled as he felt the guide slowly using the digits that were once locked around the baby slowly pulling back the boy’s swollen and slick opening, in turn with Mel’s body’s attempt to expel the large pup’s head. It burned, making him much more vocal, and moving to sit up a bit, the raven was writhing as the pressure of the baby’s head made him nearly break down. “Fucking stop!!” he was begging at this point, “Gods! Fucking… Ohhh. Please, please… g-get him out, it fucking hurts…” Blue eyes watched as the teen struggled to keep himself sane, trying to soothe the boy by rubbing his back between those quick and painful urges. “Shhh,” the voice called out to the raven, “It’s gonna be okay. I’m here here. The baby’s almost here, and it’ll be okay. Melody, shh, baby…” He waited til he saw the teenager try to glance back at him, “I want you to push. When you feel it, push, and let me help. I know this hurts.” Pulling on the babe now wouldn’t be wise. The raven was trying to keep from sobbing as he tried to regulate his breathing, but the next contraction blew him away, and the young man pushed down with all he could.
After two more hard contractions like this, the guide not wanting to tear the boy worse that he already was by actually aiding, the necromancer trembled as he sat up further, adjusting his legs widely to balance, but so he he could see what was going on. With a low yell of pain, he bore down when his body commanded, his hands moving to grasp onto the little one’s body. As he bore down, the young surrogate moved his hands without asking if it was okay, and he pulled as he bore down this time. It made him go from a yell to a scream, and slowly the baby’s head worked free of his mother’s birth canal with the gentle pull of the pup’s mother’s hands. The slip of liquids as the baby slid onto the towel below his lowered hips was a stomach-turning noise, and Mel trembled as he felt hot tears slipping down his cheeks. It hurt like fuck, and after a moment of letting himself catch up with his brain, the guiding hands moved to help the carrier onto his back, then softly onto his left side, offering up the screaming baby. Mel hadn’t even heard the crying until now, and trembling, he reached out to pull the squealing little boy against his chest. Panting for breath, the raven’s glasses on the ground and as a matter of fact having slid off during one of his worse contractions, Mel had to squint to focus better onto the facial features of the male kneeling there, blood on his hands, and tending to the other baby a moment.
Blue eyes met with Mel’s stormy, wet ones, and as Mel matched it up, he leaned onto his back, panting for breath, relieved to see his grandfather. The man didn’t look past his late thirties, a bit rough on the jaw with stubble, and one blue eye having faded in colour just by a single shade as the scar that injured it years ago teased almost to his cheek. Tall and toned, the man was a werewolf, and Melody’s Papa’s father. While River, his Papa, had been adopted, it didn’t matter one bit; Kosi was a very good man to have around in these situations, and the teenager felt relief as he tried to speak. “F-fuck, Gramps… t-that…-” he struggled out, only to peer down at the babe in the crook of his arm now, “Oh, gods be fucking damned…” Smiling a bit, edging on a smirk, the blonde’s gaze softened on the sight of his grandson with the baby. Moving to let both newborns be near their mother, the once-doctor’s gaze went down to Mel’s entrance.
“Give me a soft push,” came the man’s low, soothing order, “just a few, okay?” Mel winced at the idea, but the faint narrowing of the blonde’s gaze made him comply with a whimper. A few pushes later, ones that hurt and made him squeal in ache, the placenta was pushed from his torn exit. “That’s a good boy,” purred out the blonde as he looked it over a bit, “you did very well. The Staltons called me when they heard yelling over here, thinking something was wrong. Just relax, Mel. You’re gonna be okay. Just breathe.” Stroking the sweat-matted hair from his grandson’s eyes, Kosi, the doctor by choice and alchemist by trade, smiled warmly.
“You’ve got one hell of a mouth on you, sonny-boy.” His words made Melody laugh softly through his tears as he peered at the blonde still knelt beside him, moving to dig into a medical bag Mel had only noticed now. Kosi was wanting to clamp the babies’ umbilical cords off and let them really start to breathe and use those loud lungs. “Definately got yer dad in them,” he teased as he moved to clean off the larger of the two pups, the little troublemaker, “lungs that strong are a good sign. Don’t worry; they’re gonna be fine. They’re Jourdains, after all. If they were Haggards like me, then I’d be worried.” The teasing joke made the exhausted raven laugh, his throat raw and so fucking sore.
“Ya say it like it’s a bad thing ta be one, Gramps…” he replied tiredly, his breathing still a bit erratic, “As far as I know, Jourdains are the strongest of the bunch.” Part of him was glad this was over, but the other felt bittersweet; he did’t want to end up giving these little wriggly screamers up right away… Then again, he was staying here in Scotland for another week… His flight to go home didn’t cover the babies, after all. He hadn’t thought that he’d end up delivering the feisty twins next to the same pool he was petrified of as a child after getting too cocky and going into the deep end. One near-death-experience later, Mel was now curled up with the little fighters who had given him so much stress and hell for five months, and both were ready to let the world hear their anger at being forced into the world.
Kosi gently helped get Melody inside, and once he was settled against his newborns on the guest bed, it didn’t take long for the boy to pass out. Thankfully, Ko used this time to repair the tearing that the poor boy had gone through. Kosi glanced at the pups, all bundled up and kept close to their mother, and he couldn’t help but think to himself that maybe Mel was right. Maybe Jourdains had less luck, but they had a lot of heart and drive… He didn’t want to think that his grandson was surrogating at his age, but like Alexander, Mel wouldn’t listen once his heart was set on something. And stroking a clean hand over his grandson’s cheek, Kosi couldn’t help but feel the longing that came with knowing that Mel wanted to do this with his life. Yes, he fathomed it paid well, and he knew how much Mellie hated going into heat, but… he couldn’t help but grasp for straws as to why in the hell the teen would be willingly doing this for people he barely knew.
Maybe it was River’s innate need to help others clashing up with Alex’s own desire to prove his worth. Either way, Kosi let the boy sleep, going to make a few phone calls, and most importantly, to get the grandparents back here to see their son and the newest little Jourdains.
Fucking little fighters, he swore fondly as he dialed Alex’s cell phone; they just all came into the world kicking and screaming, and making their mothers their first victims, didn’t they?
Image is of Braden Barrie, and is not my own; if requested, I will remove it. Offering a visual seems like a good idea for this story, and I’ve never written Mel on here just yet.