“Slowly,” Sakurada-san cautioned. “We may heal fast, but you don’t want to-”
The following contraction made the head practically explode from Setsugekka’s groin, making her scream and Sakurada-san stop talking. The laboring yukionna unclenched her left hand and reached around her shaking stomach to touch the top of her child’s head. Her fear was completely banished with a sob of joy. “Anata, look,” she choked, feeling the wet hair and the shape of the skull. Yukimatsu moved around the birthing frame to see, and his breath caught in wonder. It was as if he was a first-time father again, and the excitement threatened to overwhelm him.
“Oniyama-san, come here,” Sakurada-san said, scooting over, and Yukimatsu knelt with her, cupping his hands behind the infant’s head. Another giant push shoved out the left shoulder, then the right, and Setsugekka bore down even harder to send her firstborn, wet and wriggling, into Yukimatsu’s hands. Sakurada-san slapped the infant on its feet, and it coughed up some fluid before crying.
Yukimatsu cried out himself, but in sheer joy. “Look, beloved,” he said, and held up the squirming ten-pound baby. “It’s a boy!”
“Oh, he’s so cute!” Hatsuyuki exclaimed, taking in the chubby cheeks and plump body, and Setsugekka began to laugh, touching her baby’s cold, wrinkled skin, stroking the wet hair.
“I have a son,” she wept, happy tears leaking from her functional eye. “Anata, please, c-can we call him Bansou?” Meaning a late frost.
“Yes, of course,” Yukimatsu immediately agreed, and laid his third-born son on the thick frost of the ground.
New energy filled Setsugekka, and she grasped the bar once more. “P-Please keep rubbing my back, Aneue,” she requested. “It’s helping- OH GODS! KYAAAA!” She writhed as her next baby was abruptly and brutally driven down into her birth canal. Post too long. Click here to view the full text.