“Calvin?” she calls from the bathroom.
“Yes, Dollface?” I ask, walking into our bedroom. She’s staring at herself in the floor-length mirror on the wall by the closet door.
“My bath didn’t work,” she says, almost in tears.
“Please don’t cry. He’ll be here soon,” I tell her as she finds her way into my open arms. “You know there’s still one thing we haven’t tried,” she says, sniffling. I know what she means, but just two hours ago, she told me how she felt like a whale. Nothing I said worked to assure that she wasn’t, so this is where we are now. She’s tired of being pregnant, and I can’t say that I blame her.
“You want to have sex? Now?” I ask. I always want to, but I am thinking about her and her crazy hormonal feelings right now.
“Yes. Who knows when we’ll get to have sex again after he’s here? I’ve heard that babies can take away all your sex drive for like two years. And it changes baby to baby, though your sister assures me that’s not always the case,” she says, and I make a face.
“Two years?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. This isn’t our first baby. I know she’s using this scary-ass statistic to rile me up. I hate that it’s working. The first time it was only seven weeks as she had a few stitches. The second time it was a little longer at nine weeks because she had twins.
“Yeah,” she says, shaking her head and grimacing.
“Can you imagine two whole years without having sex?” I ask her. Except for the last week or so, we’ve had sex almost every day, at least once a day; I am going to say that won’t be possible for either fucking one of us.
“Well, no, not really, but the baby is going to ruin my body.”
“No, he’s not,” I say, chuckling. She giggles and turns her face up for a kiss. I lean down and take her lips. Just like every other time, my cock hardens. I pull my shorts down and run my cock through her wet folds. She moans and moves over to the bed, getting on her hands and knees. Her smooth ass is in the air. Since her belly has gotten so big, this is the way she likes it. Grinning, I move behind her and slide my cock into her slowly.
“Just like that, Calvin. Give it to me,” she demands forcefully. My wife knows exactly what she likes and how to get it from me. The things that happen between us are amazing. With my hands on her hips, I slide in and out of her until I can feel my orgasm rising from my fucking toes. Reaching around her, I find her little clit and pinch it, instantly setting her off.
“Good girl, Esther. Come for me,” I grunt, still fucking into her. The intense squeezing of her pussy is too much for me to handle, and I fill her with my seed. I pull out of her, still coming.
“Thanks, Calvin,” she says, jumping off the bed with surprising agility. “Join me in a shower?” she says, walking that way. I follow behind her.
After the shower, she lays down for a nap while I head to the living room to watch a sports newscast. Not twenty minutes later, she is standing in front of me on the couch. Her face is ashen.
“What’s wrong,” I say, standing immediately on notice.
“It’s time,” she says, smiling. “I’ll get to hold my baby today. Hurry up, let’s go.”
I spring into action and grab her bag from the front door. We are in the car in a flash and on the way to the hospital when her first contraction hits. I’ve tried to call the doctor, but her answering service assures me she’s already at the hospital.
Her labor is quick and without complications. Overall, it was only about five hours. She was already fully dilated when we got there and was ready to go. Calvin Daniels, Jr was born weighing 9lbs 8oz and was 22 inches long. His full head of hair is dark just and a little bit curly, just like his mama’s. When I saw her beautiful face on social media, I never imagined that she would ever feel the same way about me but finding my heart with her made all of this possible. She has given me everything I never knew I wanted. Before her, there was nothing I wanted. Then she was the only person who made me feel anything. Every day I wake up knowing that I’m a better man just for knowing her.
Secrets never say secrets for long.