Page 92 of The Seven Month Itch
That’s the end of that. Her forearms fall on her pregnancy pillow when I sink deeper. She’ll cuss me out later for not driving her into the headboard. Based on her moans, this pace is just fine. I’m afraid to break my wife and poke my children in the head with my dick, but other than that, pregnancy sex is incredible. Her walls are a warm vise.
“Yes, baby. That’s it.” Justice rises back onto all fours and moves against me. My balls lift when she clenches again.Jesus.
“I’m going to come, Terrence!”
I move faster, my orgasm in a chase after hers. I thicken when she closes around me.
Shit.I’m done.
“Yes, Terrence!”
Thank God our parents aren’t home. I expect only my seed when I pull out, but a clear fluid comes with it. Justice is in postcoital bliss and doesn’t notice.
“Hey, baby…did you pee on yourself?”
She looks down and frowns at the wet spot on our bed. “No.” Her head shakes. “I peed before we started. That must be you.”
“Well, if you didn’t pee, what the hell is that?” It looks like pee but doesn’t smell like it.
We look at each other. Holy shit, her water broke. Our babies.
I jump up and hold the dresser for stability. I’m not ready. “Our babies are coming! We have to call the doctor, our parents, and go to the birthing center.”
I sprint around our bedroom in search of the hospital bag I packed weeks ago. “Where the hell is it?” I rush to the nightstand to look for the stopwatch and come up short. “Where is everything?” It’s a fight to get control of my breath. I spin in circles. Where are the hospital bag, the stopwatch, and what’s left of my sanity?
Justice sits on the bed in tears from laughter.
“What’s so funny?” I bark on accident. Here I am a mess, and she thinks it’s comedy hour.
“You,” she says. “You’re adorable.” She rises to her feet with a hand on the bed for balance. “You put the hospital bag in my trunk three weeks ago. And the stopwatch? It’s on the doorknob.”
I knew that.
Liar.
I grab a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt. “Laugh all you want, but when I pass out on the delivery room floor, don’t scream at me. I might not make it, princess.”
It’s normal for first-time dads to lose it, right? All the birthing class training is out the window.
Get it together. You aren’t about to push out two watermelons. She is. Be strong for your wife.
Right.
I wrap her in a hug and kiss the top of her head. “I’m sorry,” I say against her hair. “I’m…nervous.”
She grins and kisses me. “You’re not the only one. We’ll be fine. Now let’s go get our babies.”
Our gazes linger until her face morphs into a pained expression.
My eyes go wide. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Her nails dig into my biceps. She hunches over. “Contractions, I think,” she says in a strained breath. “Wow. So that’s what it feels like?”
“We’re leaving now.” I scoop her into my arms, careful not to crush her belly.
“What about our parents? Shouldn’t we wait for them?”
“No.” I shake my head. We’re halfway down the steps, feet from the garage door. “I’ll call your dad once we’re in the car. You’re my top priority.”
