Page 55 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

Epilogue

“I fucking hate you!” Mel released a scream, and Pea held onto her hand. Her legs were pressed up, and she was crying.

He wanted to kill the fucking doctor as his woman was in pain. She’d already gone past the point of no return. She couldn’t have any drugs to help ease the pain.

“I know, baby, I know. Come on, you just got to push, and then it’ll all go away.”

“You have no idea what this feels like.” She squeezed his hands, and Pea tried not to wince. This was not the time to show pain. He had to be the big man.

He held her hands as the doctor told her to push once again.

“I can’t. It hurts too much.” She cried, and Pea held her.

“I’ve got you, baby. We can do this. Come on, we want to see our little baby girl, don’t we?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Come on, push for me, and you’re doing so great. So fucking great, babe.” He kissed her head, and Mel’s grip on his hands tightened as she pushed out.

The sound of a baby’s scream filled the air, and he watched as the doctors did their work. Mel collapsed against him, panting.

“Is she okay?” Mel asked. “Pea, what’s going on?”

“Remember, they’re just taking her weight and wrapping her in a blanket for us. She’s perfect.”

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few seconds, the doctor carried their baby toward them.

His little angel with wide eyes, and she was so beautiful. Pea took the baby from the doctor and held her in his arms. This was his promise to Mel, that he’d pass his girl to her.

“She’s perfect, Mel,” he said.

He turned and found Mel smiling up at him.

Placing their little girl in her arms, Pea moved behind her, kissing her head.

“Oh, Pea, look what we did. She’s so beautiful.” Mel stroked her cheek.

“I love you, babe. More than anything.” She turned her head and pressed a kiss to his lips. She looked a mess. Her hair was wet from sweat, and her face was red from pushing, but to Pea, she had never looked more beautiful.

“What should we call her?” she asked.

“Whatever you want.”

“Maggie.”

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he said. “Our Maggie.”

Love filled every part of his body and soul.

Mel had completely blown his world in every way that counted. He’d gone from the man-whore to the family man.

“Do you want another one?” he asked.

“I’d love another.”

He laughed, recalling something he’d read about the pain lessening once you held your child.

“Is the club waiting?” she asked.

“Yes. We’ll show them our daughter together.”

That was how they were going to be, united together as one.

The End

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