The redhead looked up into Andrea’s eyes, nodding a few times and shifting back to pull himself off of the floor where he’d been kneeling. Well... going between kneeling down and walking around. Trying to get the rest of the labor to go as quick as possible but the contractions were so bad by now.
When another hit him far too soon afterwards, he was just glad that Andrea was there to hold him up. Leaning heavily against his husband, sweaty forehead leaning against Andrea’s shoulder. Following Andrea’s instructions to focus on his breathing, taking in a long shaky breath in and letting it out in a low groan of pain. It helped, actually. Andrea wasn’t lying about that. The breathing helped him take his mind off of the pain a little bit, even if it wasn’t much even the slightest bit of relief was amazing.
As this one faded off, Nealson decided that now would be a good time to get into the birthing tub. The pain was way too intense and he wouldn’t be able to support himself much longer. He barely even had to say anything to Andrea, the younger male helping his husband into the birthing tub filled with nice warm water set up in the corner of their room, right before he stripped down and got in with him to be able to keep helping him through the contractions.