Happiest Detour

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Barry lounged in the passenger seat, resting a hand on the vast expanse of his belly, and the other moved over the taut fabric of his shirt. The tan V-neck had no hope of covering him now; the lower hem stretched high enough to reveal the smooth curve of his bare skin. His quadruplets shifted lazily beneath his hand, forming bulges and visible ripples across his impossibly round middle with every movement. The road stretched endlessly ahead, surrounded by golden fields that blurred past in the summer heat.

Beside him, Charlie drove quietly and excitedly, resting his hand on Barry’s thigh to remind him they were in this together—even though it was Barry actually carrying their babies on his own. But the loving touch made Barry fall more for his boyfriend, and the looks of the man behind the wheel were a bonus. Charlie was the kind of man who looked like he’d been sculpted from marble—broad shoulders filling his snug T-shirt, muscular arms flexing with each turn of the wheel, a defined jawline with a slight, cute softness on his cheeks. Charlie’s sandy-blond hair was windswept from the open window, and his blue eyes kept flicking toward Barry with amusement, awe, and love.

Every so often, Barry would adjust his seat slightly, trying to find a good position to survive the long road trip they had planned before the babies arrived. He was three weeks away from his due date, so it was their last chance to have some time alone before moving into a chaotic realm caring for four newborns. Barry had been excited about this trip, but now, as his body protested every second of it, he couldn’t help but moan and groan in discomfort.

“Comfortable over there, babe?” Charlie said, playfully moving his hand over Barry’s massive belly. “Or should I pull over and roll you out like a barrel?”

Barry chuckled, but the sound suddenly caught in his throat as one of the babies delivered a firm kick to his ribs. “I’m fine. Just… massive. And it’s all your fault.”

He shifted in his seat, wincing as a sharp twinge zipped low in his belly. He thought it was probably Braxton Hicks—he kept telling himself it had to be. The last appointment had gone smoothly; everything was in the correct place. The doctor had assured him that his babies seemed content and would keep growing for a few more weeks. But then another contraction came, harder and longer, and the doctor’s words felt more like a fantasy. It started low, like a band tightening from his spine around to the front, and then it crested into something that made his breath hitch.

Barry gripped the edge of the seat. “Okay… maybe not so fine.”

Charlie paled slightly. “What is it? Talk to me, Barry.”

“It’s nothing, I—” Barry gasped mid-sentence as his belly tightened again, rock-hard under his hands. “Oh fuck. That was… strong.”

Charlie shot him a look, raising one eyebrow. “Strong like… contraction strong? Are you having contractions?” He said, freaking out.

Barry opened his mouth to answer, but a low moan escaped instead. Heat rushed through him as a wave of pressure made his thighs press together. His heart raced, part panic and part something far more primal. Hormones surged, blurring the edges between fear and arousal. His mind was torn between the intensity of the labor and the awareness of Charlie’s steady gaze. Deep down, the pain reminded him how his boyfriend had filled him so well.

“Pull over,” Barry panted.

Charlie swung the car onto the shoulder, gravel crunching under the tires. He reached over to rest his hand on Barry’s belly, feeling the rigid curve. “Damn, babe… These are contractions! Why didn’t you tell me before? They’re ready.”

“I’m sorry. I thought we had time.” Barry’s breaths came quick and shallow. “They can’t be ready—I’m not ready!” But his body disagreed. The next contraction tore through him, pulling a deep, guttural sound from his chest.

“Should I call an ambulance?” Charlie asked, but immediately realized that they were too far from any hospital to call for help. His eyes darkened, not with fear, but with fierce determination. “Alright. We do this here,” Charlie said, already moving to recline Barry’s seat as far as it would go. “I’ve got you.”

The pressure built fast and urgent, and then came a sharp, audible pop deep inside him. Barry gasped in shock as a sudden gush of warm fluid burst forth, soaking the seat beneath him and splashing onto the floor mat. The sensation stole his breath—part relief, part panic—leaving him blinking at Charlie with wide, stunned eyes.

“What was that?” Charlie asked, concerned that it could be a bad sign.

“Ohhh, Charlie, my waters just broke! It’s normal,” he choked out, with a trembling voice.

Charlie slowly removed Barry’s shorts, carefully moving the pregnant man into a better position to start pushing. They had done some research about this process, but never expected to do it in their car. Once Barry’s lower body was exposed, Charlie lifted the thick legs to rest the feet on the dash, leaving the space between Barry’s legs for the babies to come out. Immediately, Barry’s hands gripped Charlie’s forearm with such force that the boyfriend groaned.

“Breathe, babe. Push when you need to. You’re doing great,” Charlie said, looking between Barry’s legs and widening his eyes in shock when he saw the first head slowly emerging. “Oh, fuck. I can see the first head, babe. Come on, push!”

Barry’s head fell back as sweat beaded along his hairline and dripped down his face. His hands gripped the seatbelt and Charlie’s forearm as he bore down. Every muscle in his body strained like a coiled spring, working hard to bring the baby into the world. The stretch was unbearable and relentless, a deep burn that made him gasp and whimper between clenched teeth. His belly shifted visibly as the first of the quadruplets pressed lower, slowly moving through him. The confined space of the car made every sound magnified: the ragged draw of Barry’s breaths, the deep groans, and the creak of leather seats under their movements.

Charlie’s face hovered close, his blue eyes locked on Barry’s. “That’s it,” he said softly, moving his hand over Barry’s middle. “You’re doing so good for me, champ. Better than most guys could ever dream.” The teasing lilt in his tone made Barry’s lips twitch into a shaky smile even as another moan tore out of him.

The pressure became unbearable as the baby’s head crowned. When the head emerged, Barry groaned loudly and gasped in relief. However, the shoulders immediately followed, turned, and made him feel like his hips would snap if the pressure increased even the slightest bit more. The stretch made Barry cry out, and his back arched instinctively as the shoulders passed, one by one.

Charlie continued encouraging him, ready to catch the baby. “Come on, babe, give me one more—just one more big push.”

With a guttural, desperate cry, Barry poured all his strength into the push. The release was sudden and overwhelming as the baby slipped into Charlie’s waiting hands, slick and warm, and his tiny limbs flailed. Barry gasped, barely able to focus his blurry eyes filled with tears as he heard the sharp cry fill the car. Charlie’s smile was blinding, pride shining in his expression as he quickly wrapped the newborn in his jacket. He laid the tiny bundle on Barry’s chest, and Barry’s trembling fingers reached to touch the soft cheek, overwhelmed with love and disbelief.

But there was no time to rest. The next contraction hit hard, pushing the second baby forward. Barry groaned, and his hips rocked instinctively. His shirt clung to his skin with sweat. And his belly looked slightly smaller now that one had been born, though still impossibly full.

Charlie stayed steady, coaxing each little one into the world. The second was born with a softer cry, the third with a powerful wail that made Barry laugh breathlessly even as tears streamed down his cheeks. But the last one was stubborn, making Barry squirm and thrash against the seat as the contraction gripped him like a vice. He screamed through the burn, clutching at Charlie’s arm as his whole body shuddered with the effort.

Charlie’s voice cut through the haze, urging him to push again and again. Barry bore down with every ounce of strength left in him, his face contorted, breath ragged, until finally, with a triumphant cry from Charlie, the fourth slid into the world. Barry collapsed back, trembling with exhaustion as the tension in his body gave way to overwhelming relief.

Soft cries filled the car, but Barry could only focus on Charlie’s loving words for him and each of the four baby boys. Barry lay there, spent and sweaty, enjoying the warm weight of his newborns on his chest.

Charlie leaned in, kissing his lips in celebration. “You’re incredible. You were born to bring perfect kids into the world,” Charlie said. “And you’re mine.”

“I am. And I love it.” Barry managed a tired smile, resting a hand on the squirming bundles. “Guess… the road trip’s over.”

Charlie laughed, kissing him deeply. “It is. It’s the best stop I’ve ever made. Seeing you doing this makes me want to… give these babies some little siblings,” Charlie said, and Barry only laughed. He wasn’t ready for that, but he couldn’t really discard the idea right away.

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