Birthing the Other: Genre Undetermined.

Heat bubbled up from the thing lying on her stomach. Caustic fumes struck her eyes and made tears stream down her cheeks, the heat was nearly unbearable, and yet she did not move. For the tradition of giving birth to hold, she must withstand this, as she had withstood the other traditions. This was nearly the end of her travail. The thing on her lap looked up ant her and uttered a wordless hiss that she knew meant, "Mama?" She didn't smile--it wouldn't understand that as affection, not yet--but she did reach down her arm for it. The thing bared its teeth and lunged, sinking them into her arm and beginning to suck the blood into its mouth through the hollow teeth.

Inspiration: Heatpack on my stomach.
Story Potential: High, at least in terms of setting.
Notes: Could be fantasy--bonding as necessity--or science fiction--same premise, diplomacy? Despite creepiness of this, don't think of it as horror. Who knows. Could be fun.