Page 115 of Santa's Baby

It still always brings a smile to my face when I hear Tiff’s name like that. I got down on one knee the second we saw the plus sign on the pregnancy test, but the ring had already been in my pocket for weeks.

“We have her all set up and ready to go. She’s doing very well. Didn’t want an epidural, only gas and air.”

My heart jumps into my throat when the nurse opens the door for me, and I see my red-haired goddess on the bed with her legs up and wide. She’s red faced, grimacing as another contraction hits her.

“REUBEN!” she cries and I rush to her side, taking her outstretched hand in mine.

“It’s ok, Tiff, I’m here now. I’m here.”

“We’ll be outside if you need us,” Ella says.

“Enjoy,Reubs,” Josh smirks as he pats me on the back on the way out.

I’m glad Tiffany was hanging out with them today on the run up to the due date. Josh may have looked upon me as a piece of shit when we first crossed paths, but he’s certainly come around to me. He was over the moon when Tiff’s pregnancy test showed positive back in March.

“This is your fault,” my wife says to me. “If it hadn’t been for the Christmas tree escapades earlier, she’d have probably stayed put a few more days.”

Tiff’s dirty gaze locks on mine, even through her pain. Our Christmas tree escapades were exquisite this morning – me sucking on Tiff’s wet leaking nipples as I slammed her cunt deep. Her swollen belly has driven me crazy. I’ve had a constant hard-on since the moment my big beauty got even bigger, her stomach stretching with our child.

Tiff’s nipples are leaking now as she rides the contractions. I love the way the milk dribbles down her.

If I wasn’t so invested in medical professionals, I’d want the midwife to fuck off out of here and leave us alone. I’d want to put my hand inside my wife’s bleeding pussy and feel my little girl’s head making an entrance for myself.

“Here we go, ten centimetres dilated,” the midwife says during the next contraction, and I shift position to get a better view. “Time to push! Push, Tiffany! Push!”

Punch fisting has nothing on this. I’m utterly transfixed as my baby’s head begins to bulge from my wife’s pussy. It’s so big. So beautiful. So fucking primal in its brilliance.

Tiff’s screams are feral as she enters the final stages. The forums weren’t lying when they said the baby’s head would be the size of a grapefruit. Tiff grips my hand like a vice as I urge her on, crying out between waves and claiming she can’t take any more.

I can’t, Reuben, I can’t. I’d want to call TIME FUCKING OUT if this was a proposal!

But she’s underestimating herself. Tiffany Sinclair was a hardcorer for a reason, in spirit as well as body. She can take it all.

Her pain is forgotten when our little girl finally bursts free, and cries fill the air. My eyes fill up as the midwife places her on Tiffany’s chest.

“Our little Rose,” Tiff says with a grin that lights my world.

I stare in shock at my daughter – my child. I have two goddesses in my world to live for now, and seeing our sweet Rose only reinforces what I already knew.

I want as many children as Tiff will bare for me.

It’s me who cuts the cord, bringing our daughter into our world for good. Tiff and I are left to share a moment together at that. We kiss as our little baby settles on her mummy’schest, and I tell my wife how proud I am of her. How grateful I am. Seeing the tiny wonder of our creation surpasses any achievement I’ve ever known.

“Same goes,” she says back. “And you get another thanks on top. Your fist training didn’t seem to have made all that much difference when I was screeching my head off, but I bet you it did. If she’d have come out without a decent warmup, you’d probably be able to fuck my pussy and ass as one single hole.”

“Hmm, I’ll bear that in mind for next time.” I smirk. “Having your ass and pussy as one dirty hole sounds quite tempting.”

“You’re a dirty bastard, you know that?”

“Yes, I do. It’s one of the reasons you married me, if I recall.”

Rose gives a whimper, and both of our attention turns to her in a heartbeat. We’re going to have to learn to keep our dirty mouths clean when she’s in earshot.

“I think she wants her daddy,” Tiff says, and gently lifts her over to me.

I take my little one in tender arms, greeting her with all my heart.

“Hello, my darling. You’re a beautiful girl, just like your mother. You’re the greatest Christmas gift there could be.”

“You and Rose are both winners on that front,” Tiff says, and rests her head against my arm. “You got your Santa’s baby, Reuben, and she got the greatest daddy in the world.”

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