she slumped down in her seat a little. The baby’s head was right behind her lips now. She used her hand to fell around down there through her clothes. She could feel a slight bulge. Her body pushed and she could feel the bulge growing. “Babe..“she gasped, “It’s coming.” Roger chuckled “Your pants are on, it’s not going anywhere.” She quietly groaned. He was right, she couldn’t give birth until she took her pants off. She stuck her hand down there again this time underneath her clothes. The head was there..not quite at full crown, but it was there. She gave little pushes and could feel the head moving through a bit more. Then came the burn, with each little push it grew more and more intense. People were starting to leave, she only needed to hold off a bit longer. She couldn’t hold back any long and managed to move her pants down a bit while she was sitting. With each contraction more of the head emerged. Roger saw what was happening and stuck his hand between her legs. Becky let out a yelp and a few people looked over. “Don’t make a scene.” hissed her husband. Another contraction came and her body pushed, but it was pointless her husband was holding the head back from emerging any further. Her vagina was on fire. Just went she thought it couldn’t get any worse she felt more pressure, but this wasn’t from the baby trying to come through. It was from her husband trying to push it back in. She screamed and everyone looked over as she pushed out her chair away from Roger and pulling off her pants. She would be in trouble later but she had to get this baby out now. People began to gather around and watch in horror, too shocked to offer any help. With the next contraction she pushed and the head came to a full crown, she felt around down there, everything was so stretched and tight. The intense pressure and burn was too much, even once the contraction left she continued to push. Becky grown as the head fully came out, then screamed as the shoulders came free. Finally she had given birth. She looked over at her husband who was still sitting at the table. “It’s a girl.” she said.