Page 21 of Pregnant By the Good Guy

“Can I have my spicy ramen bowl after?” Laughing I pull her into my arms as much as I can.

“You can have anything you want, good girl.” She grabs onto my head and pulls me down for another soul wrenching kiss. Without breaking apart, I guide us to the bed behind us and remove my shorts. I already wasn’t wearing a shirt. Scooting back onto the bed, I stroke my cock salivating over her blush pink nipples. They are swollen in the best way possible. She is secreting right now, not milk yet but it doesn’t stop me from tugging on them until something drips out. “Come baby, let me help you up.” gripping her ass, I pull her onto the bed and smile like I do every time she looks at me like Hercules because I can still lift her.

“You never cease to amaze me,” she says.

“Good. Now slide your amazed cunt down this prick.” Her eyes get hooded before she straddles my leg and slowly seats her herself.

“Royce. It always feels so good.” She groans when she is finally seated.

“Trust me, nothing feels better than your hot weepy snatch. Jesus even with my daughter inside of you the baby cave is tight as fuck.” she slowly moves back and forth on me, moaning softly. When my mouth latches onto her nipples she pulls me further into her tits and mewls softly. My hands, however, begin rubbing her lower back, making sure to press the part that really bothers her.

“Oh damn. I don’t know which one feels better. Your cock or your hands relieving the ache.” groaning, I thrust up once and she throws her head back. “Never mind. It’s definitely your cock. "That better be her answer. During moments like these it is not about getting her off, but about being connected and doing what I can to remind her she is the sexiest, strongest most sensual woman in the world to me. I want her to hold onto the fact that I love her beyond measure.

“How are you feeling, love?”

“So much better. But now I need you to…” she stops mid-sentence and then I feel a gush of liquid. I am about to make a joke about her being horny, but then she bends over and howls and the world stops. Oh shit. She is in labor!

For once in my life my mind fritzes out and I forget what it is I am supposed to do. “Royce!!” she yells at me. “If you don’t get your big cock out of me and help me get in the car I am never fucking you again.” Well that got me moving.

I pull her off me, get some clothes on us, and slowly walk her to the car. Her moans and screams gut me because this is not something I can fix. Once she is safely buckled into the car, I run inside grab her go bag and my phone. In the car, I speed off and call her doctor from the car phone.

“Dr. Linday speaking.”

“Doc this is Royce and Mari. Her water broke.”

“How far apart are the contractions?”

“Two to three minutes.”

“Well it would appear she is now anxious to meet you.”

I am about to agree when Mila shouts, “You think!?” My eyes get big because I have never seen her so much as get annoyed at another person let alone scream at someone.

“I will meet you at the hospital.” Hanging up I try to help soothe her by reminding her of the breathing we learned in Lamaze but apparently that was a mistake.

“Royce, shut up. You sound like a tea kettle, and it is really pissing me off. Just drive.” Well shit. I am at a loss because I don’t know how to help so I simply just tell her the truth.

“I love you baby. It will all be worth it when we meet our baby girl.” For the first time since this started, she smiles at me.

“I know you’re right, Royce. But fucking shit this hurts.” Another contraction hits her, and I simply try to get us there faster.

Once we get there and they put her into a room, I sit next to her giving her ice chips and just kissing her head. I tell her how great she is and how beautiful she is. Finally the doctor comes in, checks her and announces we are ready.

I call my parents so hopefully by the time they make it she is already here. They usher me to the back to put on my scrubs and then we are off.

For twenty minutes my wife pushes and breathes. When the doctor says she can see the head I move down between her legs and damn near cry. “Baby I see her. She has a head full of hair already. Holy shit, Mari I see her.” I move back to her side and grip her hand. “Just squeeze me baby and look at me. I am here. Let’s do this together.” Nodding and crying, she gives it another three pushes and then there is wailing.

“Royce. Oh God. We did it. We did it.” Leaning over, tears coming down my face, I kiss the bravest woman I know and agree.

“We did it baby.” I want to go see what they are doing but I am not leaving Mari’s side. Finally the nurse hands her to me.

“Here you go, daddy. Nine pounds and nine ounces. You got a beautiful, chunky baby girl.” My arms shake as I move her to Mari and put her in her mama's arms.

“She’s beautiful,” Mari says, checking her fingers and toes.

“She is baby. She really is.”

“Hi baby girl. I am your mama, and this is your daddy. We have been waiting to meet you.” Jesus, I have a family. My mind is still trying to catch up when she looks at me. “Are we keeping the name we chose?”

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