He’s on all fours on the soft floor mattress, trembling, naked under the dim glow of salt lamps. His provider kneels beside him, speaking in soft tones, hands warm on his back. His breasts sway with each breath, his hips aching from the weight of the baby.

“You’re doing beautifully,” the provider whispers. “I feel disgusting,” he mumbles into the pillow, cheeks burning. “No,” comes the reply, calm and full of awe. “You look like life itself.”

Vincent groans softly, his body trembling with exhaustion and pain. His back arches as another contraction ripples through him, making his swollen belly tighten and shift. Alice's warm hands rub soothing circles over his lower back.

"You're doing beautifully, Vincent," she murmurs. "The baby is crowning. I can see the head."

"Fuck..." Vincent whimpers, face flushed and sweaty strands of hair clinging to his forehead. "I feel like I'm gonna burst. It hurts so much..."

"I know it hurts," Alice says gently. "But you're so close now. The baby's almost here. Come on, Vincent, push for me. Push down like you're taking a big shit."

Vincent grits his teeth and bears down, his body straining with effort. A long, low moan spills from his lips as he feels the baby move inside him, sliding slowly down the birth canal. His vagina squelches and stretches obscenely around the emerging head.

"That's it, Vincent, nice and slow," Alice encourages. "Keep pushing. Oh, I can see the face now! It's a boy, Vincent. A beautiful baby boy."

Tears stream down Vincent's cheeks as he pushes again, his face contorting with the strain. The pressure on his swollen anus is becoming unbearable, the puckered hole gaping and winking in and out as it's forced open by the baby's head.

"One more big push, Vincent," Alice says, her voice tight with excitement. "The head is almost all the way out. Come on, push!"

Vincent throws his head back with a guttural cry, sweat dripping onto the mattress as he summons every ounce of strength. His body shudders and strains, his anus gaping wide and swallowing the baby's head in a gush of clear fluid. The front wall of his vagina tears with a ripping sound as the baby's shoulders emerge, followed by the rest of the slippery wet body.

"It's a boy," Alice announces joyfully, cradling the wailing newborn in her arms. "A perfect, healthy baby boy."

Vincent collapses onto the mattress, body still trembling and fluids running down his thighs. "Let me see..." he rasps, reaching out with a shaking hand.

Alice lays the baby on his chest, and fresh tears spill down Vincent's cheeks as he stares in wonder at his child. "He's beautiful," he whispers. "So beautiful. We'll call him Robin."

"Oh, Vincent," Alice says, her voice wavering with emotion. "You did it. You brought life into this world."

Vincent nuzzles Robin's downy head, marveling at the tiny perfect features, the rosebud mouth and button nose. His heart swells with a love beyond anything he's ever felt before.

After a few minutes, Alice carefully lifts Robin and lays him on a blanket to clean and swaddle him. Vincent watches dazedly, still lost in the afterglow of birth. His body feels raw and tender, his abused holes gaping and leaking fluids.

Alice returns a short while later with Robin bundled in a soft blue blanket. "I gave him his first bath and cleaned him up," she says, laying the baby back on Vincent's chest. "He's perfect, Vincent. Absolutely perfect."

Vincent wraps his arms around Robin, cradling him close and breathing in his sweet new scent. "Thank you," he murmurs to Alice. "For being here, for helping me bring him into the world."

"Of course," Alice replies softly. "I'm honored to have been a part of it. You were amazing, Vincent. So strong and brave."

Vincent nuzzles his face into Robin's wispy hair, overwhelmed with love and exhaustion and the deepest sense of completion and joy. He knows the road ahead won't be easy - being a single father, raising a child on his own. But in this moment, none of that matters. All that matters is the perfect little boy he holds in his arms, his son, his heart, his whole world.

Alice helps Vincent get cleaned up and comfortable in a fresh nightgown, then she tucks blankets around him and Robin and quietly leaves the room.

Vincent pillows Robin's tiny bottom on his soft belly and marvels at how he looks like he was meant to be there all along. He kisses his downy hair and inhales his sweet scent. His body aches all over from the birth, but he's too happy to notice.

He traces his fingertips over Robin's tiny features, committing every detail to memory. The button nose, the rosebud lips, the wispy eyelashes, the perfect little fingers and toes. He can't believe this little miracle came from his body.

Vincent shifts a little and winces as his stitched and swollen vagina throbs. His anus clenches weakly, gaping and winking. He feels tender and empty where his belly was once swollen and full with life. Every part of him feels changed, transformed by the incredible feat of birth.

He brings his hand to his chest, cupping and squeezing his engorged breast through the nightgown. A few drops of colostrum bead at his nipple. He traces them with his fingertip, then brings his finger to his mouth, tasting the sweetness of the milk his body is already making for his baby.

Vincent drifts off to sleep with Robin nestled on his chest, both of them wrapped in a deep, dreamless slumber. He knows there will be challenges ahead - healing, learning to be a father, managing the physical and emotional changes of new parenthood. But for now, all is right with his world.

He brought life into this world. His heart beats for his son now. And he will do anything, endure anything, to keep him safe and loved and cherished.

Their story is just beginning, but Vincent knows one thing for certain: motherhood is the most beautiful, transformative, incredible journey he will ever experience. And he would go through it a thousand times over for this perfect little boy he created and birthed with his own body.