She screeched and shook as her pussy tried to suck the cream from my balls. “Not so fast.” I had to slow her down again but she was too far gone to heed me. She was wild in her need, her teeth biting into my chest as I too sucked on the soft flesh of her neck.
“I was only gone for one day baby, what’s this?” I know her very well, know her moods and her every want and need. “I missed you.” She kissed my face lovingly and I held her as close as I could with her tummy in the way.
“I know baby. I missed you too.”
I’d already assured that I wouldn’t leave her again until after our child was born. I knew she was afraid of giving birth, who wouldn’t be? From the shit I’ve read it’s a harrowing business. I couldn’t do it, that’s for damn sure.
Sometimes at night, I watch her while she sleeps with a lump in my throat and a belly full of anxiety. My friends laugh and tell me that women have been giving birth since the dawn of time, but I don’t find much comfort in that shit. She’s my wife.
I took her face between my hands and covered her mouth with mine. My hips moved, thrusting up into her softness and her pussy clung to my cock as she came. I wasn’t far behind her, emptying my seed into her while our lips mated.
That night she went into labor. I should’ve known some shit was up with her. After I’d had her twice we both fell asleep. I woke an hour later to find her gone from my bed and went in search of her.
She was in the conservatory repotting plants and making a mess. As soon as she saw me she went into a list of complaints of everything that went wrong since I was gone. According to her, in the last twenty-four hours everything that could go wrong had.
I listened with a secret smile hidden behind my hand as she lit into me. Her nervousness was obvious but I didn’t catch on soon enough. She wouldn’t sit still for the rest of the evening, not even at dinner which we shared with her parents.
Nothing she ate was to her liking so it was left to me to go hunt down her list of wants, which she didn’t touch once I returned because she decided she didn’t want any of the shit she’d just told me half an hour ago she couldn’t live without.
It was only once we went to bed that night and I held her in my arms with the baby kicking up a storm that I caught on. We’d barely fallen asleep when she woke me with her screams.
What followed can only be described as total bedlam. She was suddenly calm as a cucumber while I lost my shit. I am enough of a soldier that I handled things with precision, but my mind was on remote control.
I did my best to keep my own fear at bay so that I didn’t scare her, but fuck was that shit frightening. I did everything the books said I should as an impending father, at least I tried to. But her screams of pain sent me to the brink of madness.
I barked out orders at the doctor and nurses, threatened to take over the delivery myself and was a damn nuisance. In the end all was well and my sons came into the world full of health and their mother’s lungs. Lord help me.
Epilogue
“What are you doing here?” I hadn’t seen her since the day she’d left my study more than a year ago. She’d refused to see me the two times I tried to visit her before giving up.
“Your wife invited me.” Say what now? I didn’t even know those two were talking.
I watched her tickle my elder son’s drooling chin while his brother slept in his bassinet nearby and wondered if I was somehow having an out of body experience.
“You know, she’s a very smart young lady, and very persistent. She’s a true Sullivan if I ever saw one. And look at these wonderful gifts she’s given us.”
I would’ve asked if she was sick but I knew better because even though she’d shut me out, I still kept track of what was going on with her. I know that at her last checkup she’d been given a clean bill of health, only slight stress and a little light exercise needed.
“You don’t say.” Just then my Lucia came into the room with a tea tray. She looked positively radiant and I moved to take the heavy tray from her as she was already pregnant again with my daughter.
She claims I have no way of knowing what we were having but I had dreamt of Bridget three nights running and saw that as an omen. “Here baby, let me do that.” She blushed when I kissed her hello after placing the tray on the coffee table.