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  In the end as with everything else I gave her what she wanted. Once I stopped thinking about hurting her, I was able to relax and enjoy. Her body felt different tonight, more pliant somehow, like I was reaching places not yet explored. Her moans and directions told me she was with me all the way, as I tried to keep up.

  I was hitting it almost as hard as before her tummy grew and she was loving that shit, if the way she threw her pussy back at me was any indication. “Fuck I’m cumming.” I held her hips almost too tight as I pounded into her; finally losing what little control I had left. Her wild screams and the way her pussy gripped me was too much and on a loud growl I slammed my whole length into her while biting into her neck.

  Shit, what the fuck have I done? She wasn’t even fucking moving. I pulled out and rolled her over at the same time. “Baby?”

  “Hmm, I’m having a moment, that was amazing.” She stretched like a fat cat and ran her toe up my leg. I watched her with a gimlet eye, just waiting for her to start her shit. The last time I fucked around and fucked the shit out of her like she begged me to, she ended up calling the doctor because her shit was fucked all the way up.

  “Ice cream, I could go for some Cherry Garcia yum.” I know the drill so I was up and headed for the door, hoping like fuck that she hadn’t eaten the last of the dozen or so containers we’d bought two days ago. I’m not saying shit to her about what the fuck she puts in her mouth. She’s carrying a whole person in there, the fuck I know what he likes to eat?

  I was halfway back when the scream came. I fucking knew it. The ice cream went flying and my heart went with it. I broke through the door at a run not knowing what the fuck I was going to see, but knowing it can’t be good.

  She stood next to the bed looking down in total panic. “What is it, you hurt?” I would cut my dick off if I’d hurt her, how could I be so fucking stupid, I knew better…

  “My water broke.” Well fucking shit. Where the fuck is her mother? She swore up and down that she would be here on delivery day from beginning to end. She practically lives in my fucking house, only going home when her husband drags her across the street, which is where I ended the fuck up.

  Instead of moving my new family far away when she was acting like an ass, she ended up coming around in a big fucking way. All was forgiven between those two, and the next thing you know, I was giving up my digs for a family home across the street from the one I grew up in. Secretly I was happy as fuck, I love this place, but I could go for some peace and quiet.

  What the fuck am I thinking about this shit for? I jumped into action, grabbing the bag that was packed and waiting. I went through the list in my head, even calling the doctor and the parents while bustling around making sure I wasn’t forgetting anything.

  I got her dressed while she called her girl Dana who was home on break. Her voice didn’t sound scared anymore, so that was good. “It worked.” Say what now, what worked? I was eavesdropping like a son of a bitch because I usually pick up some good tips by listening in on her conversations. Ask me if I care that that’s a bitch move. It gets results.

  Now my ears were pricked because she wasn’t acting at all like a woman who was about to go through the seven levels of hell, or what I have been secretly calling labor in my head. “I got him to lose control this time and my water broke, see you at the hospital chica.”

  She hung up the phone and gave me a sappy grin. She’s too cute; too bad I’m about to strangle her ass. “What did you do?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Lying ass I heard you, what did you do?”

  “Didn’t we talk about you listening in on my conversations?”

  “My ass, now tell me why you put yourself at risk?” I gave her my most stern look but she wasn’t even worried, just stuck her foot out so I could slip her shoe on.

  “Nick the baby was overdue, this is just one of those things that women say might help…”

  “I don’t care what women say you can’t do shit like that.”

  “But Dr. Jacobs said it was perfectly okay, she says it releases prostaglandins…”

  “Prosta what? What the fuck does she know? We’re changing doctors.” I think it’s safe to say that I was in full panic mode. I was more than happy for Junior to stay in the womb until college. I am not looking forward to this shit. I’ve read the stories, I’ve seen the videos, there’s nothing that anyone can say to me to make this shit okay.

  She was laughing while I was having my meltdown but that’s okay, there’s been a lot of that around here lately. When she was as ready as she was going to be, I led her down the stairs and out the door and then had to practically arm-wrestle her mom who met us in the driveway.

  “I’ve got her.” If she thought I was leaving my wife to anyone else’s care at a time like this she was nuts. I bundled her into the car while grandma and grandpa climbed in the back of my new family sedan. I’m not even touching that shit. Junior better be on his best fucking behavior for the rest of his natural life as much shit as I’ve already had to deal with on account of his coming into the world.

  That’s another one of those things they don’t tell you about this baby shit. Your life will never be yours again. I had a death grip on her hand as she chattered away at the two in the back. I was trying my best to remember my way to the hospital that I’ve passed a million times or more, and doing everything I could not to let on to the terror inside.

  ***

  The hospital was a madhouse, I don’t know about anyone else, but I appreciated the fuck out of the nursing staff who practically met us at the door. I didn’t give her over to them though, but stayed with her all the way. I just liked knowing that someone who knew what the fuck was going on was there.

  The doctor came in and I was wondering if maybe I was in an alternate universe or some shit. Who the fuck is that cheerful at a time like this? I sat next to the bed with her hand in mine while her mom and the doctor talked to her like she was going shopping or some shit. Did they watch the same birthing video I had? Can’t be.

  Soon the waiting room was filling up with her friends, aunts and uncles and even some of my buddies found their way out there, don’t ask me the fuck why, I wasn’t aware this shit was a social event. But I have to admit, their attitudes helped to relax me.

  Since she was up and bubbly and not at all scared like I thought she would be, I thought it was okay to let go and enjoy the moment the way everyone else seemed to be. I didn’t quite make it there, but I was no longer ready to kill someone if she suffered even one second of pain.

  The drug tray was brought in, and I was thinking maybe they should have a drug for expectant dads to help us through this shit. All in all, the atmosphere was festive after she’d been prepped and told we still had some time yet. People were in and out of the room and I was starting to think I’d been punked. Where was the screaming crazy ass woman I’d been expecting since the stick changed color?

  People were eating and talking and laughing. I took her for a walk when one of the nurses suggested it, still calm and serene. I was beginning to relax and think, piece a cake. I’m gonna spoil the shit out of Junior as soon as he gets here because he did his dad a solid.

  I shoulda known better fucking around with this one. This is the same girl who’d kept a crush hidden for damn near ever from everyone around her. By the time hour two rolled around the shit hit the fan. I could almost feel the change in the air before she dug her nails into my hand.

  “Ho…what in the fuck?” That wasn’t because of the nails, but because of the pussy hurt scream that my wife made. Feet came running on the double and just like that there was a drastic change. There was no more chatter, just brisk instructions flying left and right, though the voices still conveyed calmness.

  When she looked at me with all the fear that I’d been feeling, I felt it all go. “That’s right baby, just look at me.” My heart raced and my thoughts were jumbled but I was no longer in the grip of fear, because she needed me, they needed me.
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  “He’s going to be perfect baby, he’s going to be my image but with your smile and your beautiful heart. I’m going to teach him how to play catch and swim, because you can’t swim for shit baby.”

  “Can too, ouch.”

  “Eyes on mine baby.” Even when they were telling her to push I still kept her focused on me. I helped her with her breathing, using my hand to massage her tummy when Junior got a little too rambunctious. I didn’t look anywhere but at her the whole time, but I knew what was going on in the room.

  I heard my son’s first cry and wasn’t surprised to feel tears rolling down my face to match the ones on hers. Then and only then was I able to breathe again. And when they put him in my arms for the firs time, I thought back to the first day I met her, who knew that that would lead to this.

  I passed her her son and everything and everyone else faded away, it was just the three of us, me, my owl, and Junior.

  THE END

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