Brown leaves scattered down upon the ground, shimmering with the setting sun, blending the earth with the sky from just how dense the foliage was dotting the ground. The cool air mixed with crunching leaves, as your feet walked down lightly forested path in a zig zag motion, checking to see if anyone is following you. She said to be very careful, and that she needs you now, but that no one else should show up or else. You didn't even think about bringing anyone else to an occassion as this, finally weaving around a house to the front and looking right at the spacious house with a tin roof. The path leading to it was covered in letter blocks that made a pathway to the door, which was slightly ajar. She was waiting for you.

As the door opens up from your hand pressing to it, you are immediately confronted by a figure of white, with what looked to be painted on patterns of stars with a matching white and starred shirt on. The shirt was stretched out and only barely covering a white orb hanging on her front, with her pouch looking stretched thin with a tiny version of herself hanging out and looking the same. She looks disapproving as she looks at you, and then around you to outside. Once she sees you weren't followed and you close the door, she lets out a breath with a small "Finally" escaping underneath, like dropping a weight off her front. 

"What took you so long, my pet?" Astrid says with her usual cheery, yet snooty, tone of voice. Before you can even speak a word, she lets out a humph as she turns. "Whatever. Just get in here already!" She speaks sharply and her tail flicks as she turns around, walking delicately with a noticable gait towards the couch. She turns again and places a hand to the armrest, gently lowering herself down as beads of sweat formed up on her head. She looks strained as her breathing is heard just a little. "Now then, my pet, did you bring the supplies?" You nod quickly, producing a book, a blanket, a bucket full of water, several towels, some water bottles, and some pears. "Good, and just in time. Now, you..."

Her eyes close and her teeth are grit as a faint groaning is heard from her closed maw. her feet shift and move apart instinctually as her widened middle pulses and moves around, kicking being seen. She's concentrating hard, then lets out her breath. Her eyes open back up as she recomposes, but leaves her feet open. "... As you can see, it's started already. If you had been any later, I would have done it without you, my pet." She boasts, but she doesn't sound as confident in that. She then beckons closer. "Now, come over here, and attend to me."

Now in front of her, overlooking your belly, your hands move along the sides of her belly gingerly and softly, her breathing a bit hard still. Those hands then reach the shirt and gently pull up on it, revealing the full term pregnant belly barely hidden underneath. A quick kiss on it draws a gasp out of her and a quick whap of the tail on the couch cushion, drawing a growl down to you. You then reach a hand to her pouch, grasping the roo still mimicking her actions, and gently pull, revealing a rudimentary puppet that she's been manipulating this whole time. With her pouch empty, she breathes a sigh of relief, and then groans again. Your hands press to the side, and feel the kicks. She doesn't sound as strained as it happens. She lets out the breath again, and eyes go back down to you.

You gingerly lift up her kangaroo paw, right first, and lace your fingers into the paw. This draws a louder gasp from her as you tighten those fingers around her toes and foot, and give it a soft massage. You lift the left and do the same, this time drawing a sigh out of her. You know this pregnancy of hers has been killer on her strong legs, especially since this is her first one, but you have never been able to convince her to get a massage in public, leaving you the only one who can do it. She leans back, feeling a bit more content. She turns the TV on and begins watching, paying you no attention as you lavish affections on her legs, only drawing moans and groans as her belly gently presses in now and again.

This continues for a small while, as you move from the feet and up the legs to her middle. You take your time, trying to get her as relaxed as possible as her labor continues, the TV set louder to mask her growing moans of intensity. Now in your lap, she sits there and continues her ignoring of you, munching on a pear and drinking some water as your hands move through her silky smooth and well maintained fur. She looks to your head, moved over her shoulder, panting as you can see sweat forming up on her head, but she still seeks to continue her composure. "A-a little lower, my pet. You missed a very crucia-" She's cut off, a louder gasp escaping her lips as she concentrates now, ears lowering and eyes closed as she grits her teeth, belly now visibly pushing down into her hips.

A kiss on the cheek was followed up by those hands moving downwards as she has asked, reachign down and around to the bottom of the straining orb and gently placing fingers on the underside, gingerly caressing the underside of the orb. You can feel the head pressing into her hips, the little one eager to join its parents in this bonding moment, but held back by fleshy barriers. It then moves back up, drawing a louder groan out of her as her neck is kissed several times. She murrs as you rub up from that spot, making sure all of her laboring belly is massaged, to help her feel better. She looks to your head over her shoulder again, blushing softly. "... T-t-thank you." She says meekly, breaking her snooty self for only a moment. It's returned with a soft nod. Her legs spread as this embrace continues. A loud gasp rings out next as a loud sound like a water balloon hitting the ground sounds out. she looks down, as you do, seeing the water on the floor, before you too look to one another.

She's now leaned over the couch, hands gripping the backside as her belly pushed into the upholstry. She is following what you told her from the book, that this position will help. One leg is on the edge of the cushions and the other is on the floor, as she sways side to side slowly, sweat now pooling up on her body as her breathign is much more pronounced. A soft litle towel dabs at her head as she continues her heavy breathing. In between bouts of water and wiping off the sweat, along with her growing louder moans of pain, your hands have been moving and pressing lightly into her back, especially the lower pack and the base of her slowly moving tail that has thumped you a few times now. Each time a thumb presses right into the middle of a long knead, you hear small sighs of relief, like it's helping.

Her grip on the couch tightens up as she bites into the fabric to hold a scream from sounding out in the house. In her new position, ehr contractions are aided by gravity and start pushing down into her hips with a much stronger force. It'll help things go faster, sure, but she is feeling all of it bear down her body. You've told her many times we should have gone to a clinic, but she's insisted on keeping this affair just between herself and you for the sake of her pride and dignity. You think there's other reasons, but never asked her on it. She stops her biting with a pained gasp as it lets up and returns to her now getting ragged breathing, muttering a curse under her breath about her pet doing this to her, hands still kneading her back.

You look up after finishing the massage on her shoulders. The blinded shades nearby show no signs of light but small stars, and the clock near the window says it's midnight now. By now, everyone else is back home asleep, so she shouldn't need to be so quiet. She's still in this position, having weathered as best as she can like this with a strength you envy. Much like the night you and her met in fact, where she confronted you and asked for your help in this and that only you could, and that was 9 months ago. Now, her fur was matted down and her panting was much more noticeable, her legs shaking in this position. You kiss her cheek again, drawing no reaction from her as she's concentrating. She lets out a sharp gasp and a whine is heard, small and then loudly, as her belly heaves down powerfully into her hips. She arches her back and shoots her head up, hands practically tearing into the couch as she reacts in great pain to this. You can tell the signs of this that she's ready. Once it stops and she's back to panting, your hand presses into ehr back, you whispering softly in her ear. Her eye looks back to you, shaking and unstead, but she gives a nod.

She turns and sits on the couch, tail now nestled deep into the seats and shirt discarded for her pure white bra. You loop a finger around her stained white panties and pull them down to reveal her nethers fully. You only manage to get them off after some moving as she whines and almost howls out into the air again, not ready as it washed all down her, like her whole body was heaving downwards in order to get this done. You do all the prep as quick as possible, spreading out towels and using the hot water to clean up a bit and position yourself between her legs. Your hands now grasp her feet, hefting them up and out as you tell her the instructions. It was time to push.

She bears down with all her might, groaning as loud as possible as she followed through to her best, those powerful kangaroo legs shaking in strain and pushing against your hands. Her groaning turns to near screaming, muffled by a towel over her mouth, before quickly being silenced as her ragged breathing returned very loudly. She holds the small towel over her mouth, breathing through it, and looks down at you. She shakes her head no, and you return with a nod. She shakes her head again, and you move forward, meeting lip to lip finally. She looks in shock over this, eyes shooting open and gazing right back into yours. Her gaze softens as her body relaxes ever so slightly, feeling a relief as you nod to her again, breaking the kiss. She pants loudly, graspign and returning the towel you moved, and nods her head.

You return to kneeling down, and you see a bulge in her nethers, along with small tufts of white. Then, she starts yelling into her towel as she bears down, that bulging getting larger and wider as a white fur covered head began ot push it's way through. Your words are drowned in the moment, but she hears them as her ear flops a little. She returns right to work, as the muzzle pops free, her groaning aloud as the neck came out. You let go of her left leg and move it down to her entrance quickly, holding on and feeling her blood pulse through her. You sound out again, and she looks enheartened, and returns to her work in earnest. She grunts and groans loud as ever as it shifts and moves in your hands, your other hand moving just in time asit caught the small form falling out of it's former home.

It's snipped from the mother, cleaned up with a wet towel and then dried off, bundled up in a blanket. It cries out, now the only sound you can hear as it sounds like beautiful singing in your ears. Eyes tear up as its moved up and placed into her arms, her panting and looking dazed and confused, but once the babe is safe in her arms, her eyes instantly light up and looks down to it. It's a little kangaroo, white as snow and simple, with small dots here and there of her markings to grow in. Her eyes open, shimmering diamonds they are. Both of you look to her, and she looks to your tear filled eyes. It's your... no OUR beautiful baby girl. She breathes out words only barely hearable of thanks and love unto you, the father. Lips meet together as you two celebrate a relatively quiet but eventful night. And there you both stayed, lips parting just softly, your arm wrapping with hers under the bundle of joy cooing a little, as both of your eyes closed, to rest under the watchful eye of the near fallen moon, and the nearby rising sun just about to peek out over the townscape.