Of course I let her talk me into hitting it from behind, which she swore up and down would do the trick. She wasn’t lying, but whoever told her that shit forgot to tell her that it’ll scare the living shit out of the man doing the fucking.
Her water broke while she was cumming and her pussy locked down on my shit. I thought we were gonna stay stuck like that but once the first contraction passed I was able to ease out of her. Damn!
That wasn’t the surprise though. That came when my brother met us at the hospital and stopped me at the delivery room door while they were prepping her for labor.
“Did something happen?” He had one of those looks on his face.
“I just wanted to let you know that I’m gonna take it from here. Zandi’s gonna need you for the next little while, you’re not gonna have time to visit that place.”
“What place, what’re you talking about?” He looked at me like ‘cut the shit’. Dammit.
“How long have you known?”
“Since the beginning.”
What the fuck! “How?”
He smirked and leaned in close. “I know you brother. It was the fact that you didn’t go ape shit when the cops showed up to tell you she was gone. I knew something was off then, but I wasn’t sure, so I followed you.”
“You followed me, why?” I didn’t know how the hell to feel about this shit.
“Because I suspected that you had her stashed somewhere, it’s what I would’ve done.”
“I don’t want you involved in this. This was my fuck up.”
“Don’t be stupid. I’m your brother your issues are mine. Did you have an exit plan?”
“Not really, I just planned to keep her there for two years or until she loses her fucking mind, whichever comes first.”
“Yep, exactly what I thought you’d say. I might have something better, something less risky.”
Zandi called out to me then and I turned back to the door. “You’d better get in there before sis screams the place down. Don’t worry about the other thing, I’ve got you.”
Yeah, her lungs were just getting started. I wasn’t sure about letting him get involved but I didn’t have time to argue. Plus he seemed to have already made up his mind and knowing his hardheaded ass, it would take more time than I have to talk him down. Besides, he was right, I needed to be with my wife and kids.
The whole time she pushed and screamed all I could think about was the night the twins were born. She’d endured this on her own, without me there. How scared she must’ve been. This shit was the sixth level of hell.
I imagined her crying out for me and I wasn’t there. Imagined the fear and uncertainty she must’ve felt and it was hard to put away the resentment and focus on the here and now.
I needed to though, if only to give this child all of me and not let the past mar the occasion. So instead of focusing on what I’d missed the first time, I was just grateful that I could be here for this one.
I put everything I’d learned in Lamaze and from reading into action, doing all I could to help her, knowing that it wasn’t doing shit.
If I could take the pain for her I would and she let me know in no uncertain terms what she thought about me and my dick. For some reason that broke the ice. I bet no one ever laughed their way through labor before, but she did. It did my heart good.
After what felt like two lifetimes, she gave birth to a nine-pound baby boy and I was there to see it all. I got to hold my son straight out of his mother’s womb. There are no words to describe the feelings that came over me.
This one was all me down to the birthmark behind the ear and my already full heart overflowed. I could do this over and over again, just to feel like this.
I looked over at her and understood the look in her eyes. I knew we both felt robbed of the first experience, could feel that old specter in the room with us, like it always is when anything good happens. This time I fought it.
I wasn’t about to rob my son my wife or myself, by letting that evil bitch take this from us along with everything else. I knew my wife was thinking the same thing, about the difference between this birth and the last one, and it killed me.
“I told you it was a boy.” She turned tired eyes my way and smiled as I leaned over to kiss her. There was a world of emotion in that one little kiss. And when my son shifted in my arms, I felt the last vestige of the past lose its hold on me and wished the same for her.