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Trevor and Sypha (And Alucard) a Castlevania Birth I don't own the characters and this is a work of pure fiction for my own personal pleasure. If you aren't a fan of Castlevania, graphic descriptions of childbirth, Trevor, Alucard, Sypha, or the oxford comma, please feel free to leave now. 
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Sypha groaned. Her back was stiff? Stiffer? It hurt damnit. They had been in the wagon on the way back to Alucard's castle-village  for a few days now after another unsuccessful race to hopefully find one of her people. Another Speaker. She wanted family to assist in the birth of her and Trevor's baby as the local "medical" practices… let's just say she'd be better off with Trevor. There was only about four weeks until she was due by all estimates. 
"Will you two just SHUT UP!" Sypha growled as a particularly nasty spasm raced through her back and hips. The boys had been bickering back and forth for what seemed like ever. 
"Sypha darling, what's wrong?" Trevor gently asked as if Sypha would perhaps bite. 
"What's wrong?! You need to ask? We've been in this cart for days, we haven't found another Speaker to help with the birth of your little beast, my back and hips are aching fiercely, and you two won't quit badgering each other!" Trevor had the good sense to look ashamed. 
Alucard steered the horse into a little clearing, just beyond the trees was a river. "Come. Let us take a break and perhaps stretch." He deftly redirected Sypha's wrath. As Trevor helped his wife down from the wagon, Alucard noticed her prodigious belly seemed lower. 
Alucard watched as he worked pulling out a small luncheon and refilling the water skins. Trevor helped Sypha wander around the clearing and rubbed her aching back. When Trevor went to relieve himself, Alucard took her aside. "Are you feeling alright?" 
"No, not really," she replied, "But nothing more than pregnancy issues," 
"Are you sure? I don't mean to be presumptuous, well, that is… I believe that you may be in labor," 
"Oh no. That can't. I'm a month away from. There is no way that I'm in labor." There was a splash as Sypha felt liquid sluice down her thighs, soaking her tights. "Well. Maybe just a little."  She groaned and grabbed Alucard's bicep as another pain rolled through her. 
Trevor sauntered up as he fastened the stays of his trousers. "We ready to go? If we keep moving, we should make the next village by nightfall," He looked up to see Alucard supporting Sypha's weight as she struggled through a contraction. "Did I miss something?" 
Panting, Sypha straightened up, "I am not letting a village quack touch me. I will give birth on the side of the road alone if I have to," she snarled, tears glistened in her eyes.
"Birth? What? Is it time? Is she? Are you?" Trevor turned a greenish shade of grey. 
"As eloquent as always Belmont." Alucard retorted, "Sypha is in labor and her waters have broken. Sypha, I was going to wait until we got home before suggesting this, however, time appears to be against us once again. As you know, Mother was a healer. I studied under her and even assisted from time to time. I understand the processes that are at work within your body, and I would assist you if you let me."
Trevor had the good sense to say nothing while Sypha took the information in. It was decided they should pack up and find shelter. Things would get loud and messy, with night creatures still wandering, it would be prudent to be somewhere defensible. 
Trevor kept the horse at a good clip, a balance between hurried and smooth. Alucard stayed in the back of the wagon with Sypha in an attempt to keep her calm. A break in the trees revealed an abandoned steadding on the next rise. Trevor waited with Sypha while Alucard cleared it. 
It was getting dark when they settled into the cottage. The boys bustled about securing the horse and gathering supplies. Sypha braced against a righted table as another contraction rolled through her. She swung her hips back and forth in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure. She groaned as her body contracted, largely ignoring the men as they worked to get the cottage secure. 
More contractions came in waves, they had become far closer and stronger than before. At some point Sypha's legs could no longer hold her up and she found herself in a deep squat, rocking her hips forward and back. She didn't notice that the boys had stopped working until a cool cloth was wiping her forehead and neck. 
At some point, Sypha was stripped of her clothing, not that it mattered, she was so beyond caring apart from getting her baby out. The contractions were less than three minutes apart and incredibly intense. She dimly heard soft comforting mumbles from Trevor and Alucard say something about transition. Too lost in the sensations, Sypha clung to Trevor's chest trying to catch her breath between surges. That is, until something shifted. 
As the next wave washed through Sypha, she felt an urgent need. The weight within her body, cradled in her pelvis, needed to move. Her body pushed against it. Her whole body became rigid with strain as she pushed down. Her knees bent a little as she pressed herself harder against Trevor's chest, fisting his shirt as she grunted. 
"Sypha, are you pushing?" Alucard asked as he wiped at her neck and shoulders with the cool cloth. She only nodded as another strained noise escaped her throat. As soon as the contraction was over they led her over to the fire. An old milking stool sat before a larger chair, there were piles of cloth and blankets. She was set upon the stool with her legs spread wide, providing a deep squat while Trevor sat behind to support her. 
Sypha clenched the fabric covering Trevor's legs to either side of her as she bore down again. A scream tore itself from her throat as she felt the landscape of her insides shifting. "That's it. I can already see the baby when you push. They're just behind your pubic bone. On your next push they should begin to crown," Sypha fell back against Trevor panting. He stroked her hair and whispered nonsense about how well she was doing. 
She sat forward as a new contraction built. Sypha pushed feeling the gigantic weight of her child stretch her inside, forcing the musculature of her womanhood to bow outward until some final shift brought the head of her baby to rest at the edge of her exit. "Shit. Shit. Shit…" she chanted, panting and shifting, trying to find a comfortable position when the full weight of the baby sat between her hips. 
"You're almost there, Sypha. Breathe with me." Alucard encouraged. 
She dragged shaky breaths trying not to panic at the strange and painful limbo of the baby stuck between her folds. She pushed against the pain as her lips parted further, the skull of her baby pressing outward. This contraction abated momentarily only to come back again stronger. Sypha bore down once more, feeling her flesh give way...and then stop. Stretched wider than she could imagine, Sypha let out a choked sob.
 "That's it! Your baby's crowned. You're almost there Sypha." Alucard encouraged. He could see she was beginning to panic from the intensity of the sensations and took her hand, guiding it down to touch the infant's skull. She gasped. It was right there. 
"Damn your fucking big head Trevor," Sypha gritted as she pushed, feeling the baby's head shift further. She couldn't contain the noises as she continued to stretch. Finally, something within gave way and the baby slid free, creating momentary relief. Sypha fell back against Trevor, shaking. 
"Head is out. The baby is going to turn and then you can deliver the shoulders. When the next contraction comes, try not to push." Instructed Alucard. 
Sypha writhed at the sensation, struggling with her body's desire to expel her baby. "Out! Get it out!" 
"Push Sypha."
She bore down with everything she had, feeling a new stretch and burn as the shoulders popped free, followed by a rush of liquid as the infant slithered into Alucard's waiting hands. He immediately passed the baby into Sypha's arms. Trevor wrapped his own arms around his family as both Sypha and their child cried. "It's a baby! You had a baby" Trevor blurted, shocked. 
"I'd be rather concerned if it wasn't, Belmont." Alucard sniped. "Sypha, what is it? Boy or girl?" 
She checked the wiggling mass in her arms, "It's a boy," she sighed pulling him gently toward her breast where he began to suckle. 
Once the baby had properly latched and began to feed Sypha moaned again. Alucard pressed gently on her much deflated womb. "The placenta has released, you're going to feel the urge to push a little. Don't worry. I'll take care of it. You two just get to know the little one." 
With deft hands and a gentle touch Alucard helped the placenta free as it passed from Sypha's body and into a large bowl. Without disturbing the new family, he cut the cord that had since stopped pulsing. Then he cleaned up Sypha before laying out a bed for them. 
Sighing and putting his feet up Alucard smiled to himself. Not bad for a day's work. 
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