No Choice (17 page)

“At this point it’s a waiting game, but unlike most first-time mothers, she isn’t going to be in labor that long. She’s already at seven, so it wouldn’t be smart to give her an epidural now. If she’d had it when she first came in, it would have been fine, but she progressed very quickly.”

“But she’s hurting. And I don’t like that shit. Make it stop.”

“Mr. James, there is nothing but delivery that is going to take the pain away.”

“Cam, come here.” I hurried to her side. She didn’t look so good right now, but I guess that was normal when you were being torn in half. I watched as a nurse came up to check Nat when we first got in, and it seemed like she stuck her whole damn hand up there like she was preparing a Thanksgiving turkey.

“What’s up, babe?”

“Give the doc a break. She knows what’s best. All women…” she paused as a contraction ripped through her. Her hand was squeezing my arm, bracing herself for the pain as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Baby, you’re doing great. Pretty soon it’ll be over and we’ll have our boy.” I was looking forward to holding our baby in my arms. Ever since I learned of our little man coming, I wanted him to be here.

I groaned as I watched my wife cope with the pain. The girls came into the room to help, which was good because I didn’t want to miss the actual birth of the baby.

“It’s time, Natalie. You can start pushing. Cameron, if you want to come watch, you can.” I looked at Nat to see if she was okay with it.

“If you want, Cam, go ahead,” she grunted.

I stared at my wife’s pussy opening up wide as fuck. Then I saw a round head start to come out, then it went back in. “What’s wrong? Is he shy?” I asked teasingly. I realized that was the wrong thing to say when my wife gave me a death glare.

The doctor coached her when to push, and after five minutes of pushing, the head came out and there was my boy. They stuck this thing in his nose, suctioning shit out. Then I heard my wife emit a growling scream that ripped through her throat.

“This is the hardest part. You’ve got this, Natalie. Give me one more hard push, then you’ll have your son.” My wife was panting hard, but Emmy and Mom were on each side holding her hands and wiping her brow.

“Come on, babe. I love you. You are doing wonderful,” I told her. She gave me a smile before pushing hard. I turned to look back at my boy, and his body kind of slithered out. He was perfect. They placed him on Natalie’s lap as they hurriedly wiped him off, and he gave a massive wail. My wife looked exhausted, but so damn happy. Emmy moved to the other side so I could be by my wife and our little man.

“Thank you, baby,” I cried as I kissed her.

“He’s beautiful, Cam,” she cried with fatigue.

“Yes, he is, Nat,” I agreed as they took him from us to clean up. I turned to my wife and looked at her tired and yet lovely face.

“How are you feeling, Natalie?” I said as I caressed her cheek.

“I’m really tired, but I’m so happy,” she said with a grin. I hugged her some more and welcomed my family’s congratulations. Then everyone left us alone so Nat could get some sleep.

She woke up two hours later to feed the baby. She caught me licking my lips as I watched her unleash her large, swollen breasts. I tried to calm my erection, so I looked away as she fed the baby.

“Our son is already good with timing investments. If he waited a little longer, I would’ve needed to get us a new bed.”

“Cam, I’m sorry we didn’t get to christen the new bed,” she apologized after catching me licking my lips and mentioning the bed. I looked at my exhausted wife like she was crazy.

“Baby, there is nothing to be sorry for. Besides, just imagine if your water broke while we were fucking on the bed.”

“It would’ve really been a christening for sure.” She giggled.

The End