Virtually Bossy

I’m trying but I’m so weak. I didn’t even change my clothes. I’ve still got the dress on that I was wearing; my panties are a thing of the past. When did I lose them? My mind wanders and thinks of other things as I start to feel faint again, but Ross isn’t letting me.

“Come on, babes our son’s nearly here.”

Hearing that he’s on his way just makes me want to push even more. One more time. One last burst of strength and then it’s over.

I hear him crying and he feels like such a distance from me.

“Olivia, it’s not over honey. Just one last push for the afterbirth and then we’re there.”

The doctor’s stroking my legs and Ross has disappeared. I can hear him asking if the little one’s okay. Once he has the reassurance then he’s back by my side.

“You did it babes. Our baby’s fine.”

I smile at him, “I suppose we’re going to have to call him Junior?”

He says, “No way, we can call him whatever you want. Besides I was thinking Keith after your dad or we could go with Christian?”

He winks at me as I try to hit him. He’s got to be kidding me. I’m not calling him Christian. He’s the one that’s obsessed not me. I want to hold my little one in my arms. But I’m too tired. “I just need to rest Ross.”

He kisses me on the head and the last thing I hear is, “You can sleep for a little while. You have the rest of your life to hold him.”

I can feel him putting him in my arms. I used to laugh at the idea of having a natural birth. I feel as if it’s taken the wind out of me. My life is so perfect that I know once I have the strength, I’ll be joining Aunt Veronica on the sofa and catching up on a show while holding my little baby in my arms. I might either watch Billionaires, just so that I can figure out what all the fuss is about.

###The End###