Page 133 of Love Me Again

“Shay.”I lift my gaze from staring at my huge baby bump and look at my husband, who rolls over when I turn the night lamp on. “You okay?” Cole questions drowsily, and I glower at him.

“Why won’t this baby come out.” I hiss angrily, and Cole groans, leaning up on his elbow and looks at me, his green eyes narrowed.

“Maybe he likes it in there and isn’t ready to leave just yet.” He smiles, rubbing my bump, and the baby squirms inside me at his father’s touch. My due date was six days ago, and this stubborn child is showing no indication of arriving anytime soon.

“I’ve had enough.” I whimper, agitated. “I’m uncomfortable. I haven’t slept a wink in days, and I’m swollen like a beached whale. Look at me.” I complain, gesturing to myself, and Cole lets his eyes wander over me, and he smiles. “What are you looking at?”

He blinks, bemused.

“You just said—”

“You get this baby out of me right now.” I huff, and Cole scratches his forehead, his brows fused together tightly. “You put it in me, and you’re going to get him out.”

Cole chuckles, “Honey, how am I supposed to get him to come out?” I glare at him, and his smile fades, and he looks at me sheepishly.

“I don’t know Cole, how about you sing to him? I don’t care how you do it. If you don’t get this child out of me soon, I’m going to kill you.” I grumble and push the covers off, and he watches me roll side to side, trying to get up. “You going to help me up or…” I sneer sardonically, and he takes my hand and pulls my arm, so I could get up and go empty my bladder for the fifteen times in one hour.

“Wow,” Cole mutters to himself.

“I heard that!” I snap hotly, and Cole smiles, shaking his head before he falls back down on the bed, watching me while I shuffle my way into the bathroom to pee.

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The next afternoonI was pacing the kitchen; evidently, exercise helps bring on labour. I was thoroughly enjoying my packet of Doritos when it’s suddenly plucked from my fingers, and Cole sets a plate of pineapple in my hand. I glare up at him, and he smiles warmly. “I was enjoying that,” I complain, and he shakes his head, eating the tortilla chips himself.

“This…” Cole mumbles while chewing and holding up the packet of Doritos. “Isn’t nutritional for you or the baby. It certainly will not help him come out any quicker. Pineapple helps induce labour naturally, eat up buttercup.” I stare down at the chunks of fresh pineapple and sigh miserably.

“Why won’t he come out?” I whine helplessly, and Cole sets the packet in his hand on the side and steps closer to me, his hands rubbing my bump soothingly.

“He will, when he’s ready, baby.” He assures me, and I sigh heavily when he picks up a piece of pineapple and holds it to my lips. I look up at him, sulking and eat it. “We’ll go for a walk after you eat this. The midwife said the more active you are, the quicker the labour will be.” I nod glumly, and he kisses my forehead sweetly. I’ve been so awfully moody with him this past week, but I can’t help it. I’m just so uncomfortable and fed up with being pregnant. Aimee had baby Isla three days ago, and I’m still waiting for our little prince to make his grand entrance.

Two more days go by, and I’m now nine days overdue and extremely irritable. “Eat your curry,” Cole tells me, and I sigh, forcing myself to eat the vindaloo I had sitting in front of me.

“This isn’t helping. It’s only going to give me heartburn later and likely set my arsehole on fire.” I grouse, dropping my fork, and Cole shakes his head.

“You said you wanted to try everything. Stop complaining and eat your food.” He says firmly, and I look at him. He’s always sexy as hell when he’s angry. Maybe that will spur him into having sex with me.

“This stupid curry isn’t going to do a damn thing!” I gripe, and he scowls at me.

“Shayla, I’m fucking trying. I don’t know what else to do to help you, babe!” He replies, standing up from the dining table. I smirk inwardly and watch him rub the back of his neck, frustrated. “I get it. You’re uncomfortable and fed up. I’m doing everything I can to help you, but you just keep biting my fucking head off.”

“Maybe because it’s your fault.” I retort, standing up and placing my hands on my hips while glaring at his muscular back. Cole spins around and looks at me hard.

“My fault?” He intones, and I nod. “How is it my fault you got pregnant? You were on the fucking pill!” He protests stormily, his green eyes boring into my own.

“It’s kind of hard for the pill to work when you were pumping your spunk into me every five seconds!” I answer, and he scowls. I felt so bad goading him like this, but I was dying.

Cole takes a step toward me, his eyes hot on mine. “I didn’t hear you complaining at the time.” He drawls raptly. “In fact…as I recall, you were the one screaming fuck me harder and moaning in delight when I pumped my spunk into you.” I look up at him and resist the urge to moan. “It takes two to make a baby sweetheart, and you’re just as guilty as I am.”

We stare at each other for a beat, and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I curl my fingers at the nape of his neck and pull his mouth to mine. Cole groans and wraps his arms around me, and kisses me hard and deep as he backs me up against the wall. Clothes went flying all over the place. Cole scoops me up in his arms and carries me upstairs to the bedroom, still kissing wildly. When he lays me out on the bed and looks down at me, I take hold of the chain around his neck and pull his face close to mine. “Get this baby out of me.”

Cole smiles and brushes a kiss on my lips before he rolls me onto my side, settling himself behind me and buries himself into me slowly while he licks and kisses my neck. We rock together gently, the crown of his penis stroking that sweet spot buried deep leisurely while he increasingly builds my release. “You okay?” He whispers in my ear lovingly, and I moan, tightening my fingers around his when he laces them together, penetrating me steadily until I explode all around him and take him over with me. Cole whispers sweet nothings in my ear as I shudder in his arms. We lay there for a while until our laboured breathing and bodies calmed. I relax into Cole as he trails his fingers lightly over my side and stomach.

“I’m sorry for being a bitch to you earlier,” I whisper, brushing my fingers over his, and he smiles, nuzzling my neck.

“Don’t be,” He murmurs, rubbing my hip. “You were trying to provoke me into having sex with you.” When I chuckle he I feel him grin against my temple.

“You should have had sex with me when I asked then,” I tell him, and he laughs deeply.

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