Chapter 35
Chapter thirty-five
“Henry, darling, will you please calm down? The beeping is just a contraction, and I can’t feel them now that I’ve had the epidural. In fact, you’re the one causing me stress. You’re making me nervous by pacing like that!”
I’m sure I look like a pouting toddler as I flop down in the uncomfortably hard chair.
Meanwhile, my laboring wife is the portrait of composure.
Her hair is perfect, her makeup is flawless, and her posture is intact, even within the confines of her hospital bed.
From the moment her contractions began, she’s been nothing but calm.
On the other hand, I’ve been losing my mind.
I’m both excited to meet our son and nervous for my wife.
She’s the strongest person I’ve ever met, and while I know she will handle this—is handling this—better than I would, I wish I could take this burden from her.
What I do know is that her sacrifice in carrying this child and bringing him into the world will never be forgotten.
Even though she’s managed it extremely well, I’ll always be indebted to her.
Especially since I plan to keep her bred.
Holy fuck, pregnant sex is insane. I’ve never come more in my life, which is ironic, considering it’s useless right now.
Nevertheless, it’s been the most sensual lovemaking I’ve ever had.
“The nurse said I’ll be pushing soon. Why don’t you go out in the waiting room, dear? You can tag Mom in for that part.”
I’m hoping she understands exactly how I feel by the emotion in my eyes alone, but she’s not even looking at me.
Her attention is on her book. A steamy romance novel by the looks of the half-naked man on the cover.
I’m not even sure why she reads those since I know for a fact they’re vanilla by her standards.
Maybe she should write her own romance novels, although they would certainly be too dark to sell in the stores.
Standing, I take the book from her hands. “If I grow my hair out and change my name to Paolo, will you pay attention to me instead of this book? I think we both know our sex blows this out of the water. I don’t mind proving it right now…”
She rolls her eyes but can’t stop the laugh that escapes. “Jesus, Henry. You’ve got a fat cock, but it’s not ten centimeters in diameter. You wouldn’t feel a thing right now, and I most certainly wouldn’t with this epidural.”
The thought of my wife’s gaping pussy has me fully erect, and I can’t believe I didn’t think about looking at it before now. Rounding her bed, I grab her knees and open her legs. “Let me see, baby!”
“Henry! Stop that, or I’m going—”
“What are you going to do, love?” I ask, slowly pushing her hospital gown up her thighs as I kiss each inch of skin on the way. “You’re in no position to make threats right now, baby, you can’t even move.”
I pause my pursuit, right before reaching her core, and gaze at her like I have countless times before. “Don’t you dare lick me right now, Henry Sinclair. It's actually not safe.”
Oh. Fuck. She’s right. It’s not safe because she’s about to literally give birth. But damn. If my son weren’t currently making his way down her birth canal…well, there are so many things I could stick inside her right now. Starting with my fist.
Maybe if I just got a glove…I could give her one last perineal massage.
I would make sure to rub her clit nice and good like she likes.
But she wouldn’t feel it, of course, and my cock would be absolutely weeping with nowhere to go.
Wait, there’s always her ass! And if she doesn’t feel anything, I could go as hard as I wanted.
She’s going to be sore anyway after pushing out a baby… I could—
“Alright, Mrs. Sinclair! Are you ready to start pushing? Dr. Bishop will be here any minute now, so we’re going to get you all set up.”
Blanche winks at me and nods her head toward the chair, motioning for me to sit back down. Which I do, adjusting myself in the process. There’s no need for rumors to spread about how Henry Sinclair gets hard watching his wife give birth.
“Oh, and look! You got Dad to calm down, too!”
Yeah, the thought of fucking my wife one last time before we’re on a six-week hiatus really did the trick.
Damn, I wonder how long you have to wait to have anal.
I need to remember to ask the doctor that, and how soon you can peg someone after giving birth.
I guess worst-case scenario, I can just fuck her tits.
They’ve gotten so big, and I hear they’re only going to get bigger.
Her breast milk can help lube everything up for me.
Then, when I’m done, I can lick the milk and my cum off together.
Maybe keep it in my mouth and share it with her…
“Is everyone ready? Baby is in a good position. He’s almost crowning so this shouldn’t take long. Mr. Sinclair, would you mind holding her other leg back, we can help her push.”
“Alright, Dad, are you ready to cut the cord?”
I nod, but no words escape me as I watch the nurses clean the screaming baby and lay him on my wife. My son. Our son. The tangible embodiment of the combination of our souls. A gift I will never deserve.
I cut the umbilical cord, or at least I think I do, and stand over my wife and child.
He stopped crying as soon as she spoke to him, and in that moment, I knew I had done at least one thing right for my children.
I don’t know how to be a father, and as much as I’ll try to be good, I know I’ll fuck it up somehow.
I’ll make a million mistakes along the way, but watching Blanche hold our firstborn son for the first time, I know choosing their mother will outweigh them all.
The tears falling down her face show the unconditional love she already has for our Henry.
I cradle his tiny head in my big hand, finally touching him for the first time, and feel a tear of my own run down my cheek.
“Do you want to hold him?”
Without hesitation, I take the tiny bundle into my arms and carefully sit on the edge of the bed.
“He’s got your eyes. You know that, darling?” Blanche says lightly.
I hadn’t gotten a good look before now, but she’s right.
He does have my eyes. I hate to say it, but he looks just like me actually.
Except for his head of thick dark hair. That’s straight from his mama.
God, I’ve never been so proud of anything in my life.
Blanche reaches up to touch him, and if I’ve had any shred of resolve, it’s gone the moment he wraps his tiny hand around her finger.
“Are you okay, Henry?” Blanche asks, as I sniffle.
“Which one?”
“You, silly. We’re going to have to figure out how to distinguish between the two of you, or things could get out of control.”
I wrap my free arm around her shoulders and kiss the top of her head. “I’m spectacular, love. In fact, give me fourteen more of them right now.”
Blanche snuggles into my chest. “Let’s start with this one and see where we go.”
Before I can respond, she’s sound asleep.
Chuckling, I look down at Henry only to see he’s sleeping as well.
I’ve had more money than God my entire life, yet I’ve felt nothing but emptiness.
Damn, those cheesy romantics are right. It really is love the whole time.
With one arm wrapped around my wife and my son cradled in the other, I now hold the most precious treasures in the world.
This is my everything. My reason for existence.