Epilogue 1
Axel
M y wife is squeezing the fuck out of my hand as she releases a blood curdling scream from her mouth. Her hair is matted to her face with sweat and her face is contorted as she pushes with all her might. Honestly, she’s never looked more gorgeous than she does at this very moment.
I'm in awe of what she’s actually doing. Pushing, not one, but two human babies from one of my favorite places. If it were the men that had to give birth, this wouldn’t be happening. I can tell you that with an exact level of certainty.
“I can’t do it,” she groans. “It’s too hard.”
“You’re doing amazing Wrinley,” the midwife positioned between my wife’s legs assures her in an oddly calm tone.
“Axel, you did this to me. You better find a way to fucking distract me or I’m never fucking doing this again. I swear it.”
She’s wrong about that. I’m pretty sure she will be doing this again. At least if I have anything to say about it, and I definitely do. But I think I have exactly the thing that will do the trick.
“I came in your face cream.” Well… now that’s out in the open. Strangely, I feel better.
Her head whips to the side as she glares a hole through me. “Excuse me? You did what?”
“Early on when I’d watch you sleep. One of the times, I came in your face cream. It was the closest thing available and I liked knowing you were smelling like me.”
“Axel! What the fuck!”
“Hey, it’s only happened one other time, since,” I smirk, which only results in her rearing back and punching me in the chest. “Love you, baby.”
“One more big push and baby A will be with us,” the midwife interrupts. That was a close call.
“We’re not finished talking about this,” she says, just before she pushes hard, nearly breaking my hand in the process. Then the sounds of cries fill the air just before it’s announced.
“Congratulations! It’s a baby girl.” The nurse moves the baby to the corner of the room, poking and prodding it like it’s a fucking science experiment.
“What are you doing?”
“Axel, behave,” Wrinley mumbles from behind me and I shoot her a look that conveys how I really feel, since I can’t say what I want to say right now. I promised I’d be nice .
“We’re just taking some measurements and making sure everything is in working order, Mr. Jaymes. Nothing to worry about. She looks healthy.”
“Do they always look like that when they come out?” I grimace. No one told me my babies would look like aliens covered in goo when they came out. Gross.
“Here you go Dad, she’s all ready for you.” Then my new baby girl is shoved into my arms and I’m positive my heart actually stops.
“Axel, bring her here, my love. Let me see her.”
“Wrinley, there will be plenty of time to love on your babies,” the midwife interrupts. “Right now, we have to get baby B out. I need you to push.”
“Fuck off, Vanessa. I can’t… I don’t have anything left,” she whines.
I carry our daughter to her and wipe my free hand over her forehead, resting it in her hair as I lean in and show her the first bit of evidence of our love.
“Look at our girl, baby. She’s ready to meet her brother or sister.
Don’t fucking tell me you can’t do this, because you put up with my ass on a daily basis.
You can do fucking anything. Now fucking push that baby out or I’ll go in there and get it myself. ”
“She’s so small.”
“Yeah, she is. Now bring our other baby into the world like the badass I know you are.”
“Aghhhhhhhhhh,” she yells as she contracts what looks like every muscle in her body. “Fuuuuuuck.”
“Great job, Wrinley. One more big push.” All I hear is one long grunt as she pushes before I hear, “Say hi to baby girl B!”
Holy fucking shit.
“Axel,” Wrinley pants. “Can you please pull yourself together and hand me our daughter? Then go get our other daughter. Like yesterday, please.”
I do as she says and within a few minutes, both our girls are laying skin to skin against their mother’s chest. I let out a long, slow breath as I take them in.
If I thought I loved them when they were in her belly, I was wrong.
This is what love feels like and I can’t even fully describe it. My girls.
“Did I… you know?” she asks coyly. “I think I was in too much pain to know for sure.”
Leaning over her, I glance between her legs to the floor underneath her, just as the staff come over to clean up and put everything back together so her feet can come down.
My brows knit as I look back at her. “No, baby you didn’t shit on the floor. All clear.”
“Oh, thank god,” she sighs.
She totally did shit on the floor. I’m not about to tell her that and ruin the illusion for her.
If she thinks it happened, it’ll be enough to cause her to hesitate before getting pregnant again and I can’t have that.
Not that she really has a choice but might as well make things as easy on myself as possible.