Page 46 of Enamored
“P-please, Tristan. Please, help me come,” she mewls. It’s like music to my fucking ears.
“Fuck yourself on me. Take it,” I demand.
She moves faster, back and forth over my hard length. I feel myself building from the base of my spine, but I hold off, wanting her to finish before me. A few more well-timed thrusts, and she comes around me, burying her face on the bed, taking everything I have to give her.
We lie together on our sides, spooning as both our heart rates slow down.
“You know, we won’t be able to do this in another week.” She turns her head to look at me in question. I place my hands over her belly and rub it gently. “This cabin, along with the new ones, are rented out for the rest of the year, and they’re eighty-percent full for a few months after that.”
“Oh my God, Tristan, that’s amazing!” She pulls my face to hers, giving me an excited kiss. “You’ve been working so hard here. I’m so happy for you.” She takes a deep breath, and her eyes go wide. “Did you feel that?”
I shake my head, and she moves my hand to where the baby just kicked. It does it again, and I’m in awe. I climb over her so I’m in front of her stomach and press my hand over the little hand that presses against her belly.
“He likes that daddy’s close,” she says on a whisper.
I’m smiling, unable to contain my excitement. “Yeah, I guess so.”Wait, did she just say he?I look into her bright eyes, and she nods. “We’re having a boy? You found out without me?”
“I didn’t mean to. The nurse slipped when we were talking, but yeah, we’re having a boy, Tristan.” She starts to cry, and I pull her to me. “Gah, stupid hormones, I can’t get this emotional.”
When I try to ask her when she found out, she curls into herself and takes a few deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth. She continues until her body relaxes.
“Lana, babe, you okay?”
She tries to offer me a smile, but it looks pained. “I’m fine. He’s just being a brat.”
A few minutes later, she curls into herself again, and this time grunts with the pain. What the hell did I read? Pre-labor contractions are about five minutes apart? I look at the clock and see it’s been about that time.
“Lana, I think you’re going into labor.” I help her sit up, and she curls over her stomach, trying to help the ache.
She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. “Not possible. I’m not due for another month.” She stands to get her clothes, and water runs down her legs in a steady stream. She looks at me with horror in her eyes. “Tristan, I’m not due yet.”
“Well, he has other plans. Come on, let’s get you to the hospital.”
I help her into some clothes and up into the truck. The closest hospital is about twenty minutes away. My palms are sweaty as I grip the steering wheel, trying to remember how to get to the hospital in my state of panic. She reaches over and places her hand on my thigh, and it’s like she takes some of the anxiety away from a simple touch.
“It’s going to be fine, Tristan.”
I take her hand in mine and lift it to my lips, planting a kiss on the back of her knuckles. I’m trying my damndest not to crash, especially when she doubles over in pain and groans through her breathing.
“This wasn’t the plan,” she groans through gritted teeth.
“I know, baby, but it looks like he’s got his own plan. We’re almost there.”
I pull up to the emergency room doors and jump out to help her. We walk through the sliding doors, and hospital staff has her sit as I fill them in on what’s going on. A nurse wheels her away and tells me they’ll get her in a room while I go move the truck. Someone must be looking out for me because I see an open spot immediately.
I throw the truck in park and jog back into the hospital. The nurse behind the counter gives me her room number, and I race down the hall as fast as I can. She’s already in a dressing gown and is lying on her side, clutching her stomach.
“Someone do something. She’s in pain,” I say to the nurses in the room.
One of them glares at me, and the other pats my shoulder. “First time?” I nod at her question. “She’s got a while to go. She’s only five centimeters dilated. We need her to get to ten before she can start pushing.”
The other staff members in the room start hooking her up to tubes and monitoring devices. I sit next to her bed and offer my hand for her to squeeze whenever the pain hits. I always knew this girl had some strength behind her, but I didn’t know just how strong she was. When she releases my fingers, they are purple, and I have to squeeze them a few times for the blood to start flowing again.
How much longer until he’s here?
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He’s perfect, and little, and I’m the happiest man in the entire world. Never in a million years did I think I would feel love this strong for any one human. Lana did so well and is relaxing comfortably in the bed as I hold little William Henry Ellis. God, he really is perfect. He looks so much like me, but he has his mom’s nose. I lift him to my face to kiss his perfect skin and inhale his fresh baby scent.
