Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Now he’s trying the trick we learned last time when he sent me into labor with Liam, our fourth who’s only eleven months old, because he’s in a hurry to meet her. He wants to meet his daughter so my hoo-ha has to pay the price.
He was in the middle of cumming and so was I, when one of his strokes hit me just right and all hell broke loose.
“Oh shit Brandon, pull….”
Before I could say ‘out’ a gush of liquid sprang out of me and he jumped back like his ass had been scalded.
“I told you it would work. I didn’t hit your spot so that’s not pussy juice.”
How excited was he to jump down off the bed and run to the phone to call the doctor to meet us at the hospital. We were supposed to be old hands at this, but each time was the same.
Panic, nerves and frayed tempers. Mostly Brandon with the temper. He never seems to get the idea that it’s not the doctor’s job to just take the baby out as soon as we get there, like an impacted tooth.
He still hasn’t got the hang of the whole labor thing. He doesn’t like to see me in pain, and now was no different. “What’s the holdup Dr. Manse? You’d think after all this time you’d be better at this.”
Oh goodie, comedy hour. These two have never been in a room together without friction. Because my husband is always telling the professional woman how to do her job.
“The child is crowning Mr. Impatient, keep your shorts on. By the way you still wanna take that bet?”
“Why, what do you see?”
He had a tight grip on my hand but wanted to see what was going on down below. He refused to let go of my hand even at the doctor’s teasing.
“It’s up to a thousand now.” He looked defeated, sure that it was another boy. I gave one last push at her insistence and a loud cry rang out. “Double or nothing daddy.”
Poor Brandon, he’s never gonna get his little Brielle. He still held out his arms when the nurse brought the little wrapped bundle over. Still smiled with tears in his eyes as he passed the child to me. As he had with all the others.
I happened to catch a glimpse of my doctor’s face and knowing her penchant for getting under his skin, pulled the blanket back and looked down at my perfect little girl.
“My little princess is….” I looked down at the floor where he’d landed. It never fails, he’s fainted with every delivery so far. It’s so bad the birthing crew knows to be prepared.
BRANDON
I woke on a cot next to hers with her holding my hand in one of hers and the baby laying on her chest. “I did it again?”
How embarrassing is this shit? She’d passed her fainting shit off to me. Each time she gives birth, I don’t know if it’s the built up excitement or the sights and sounds of her in labor, but as soon as the kid gets here and I know my wife is safe, I checkout.
My eyes left her smile and travelled down her chest to where the baby laid. I sat up and swung my legs over the side. “Give her to me.” My hands trembled when I took my little girl in my arms.
I don’t know why, but I’ve been waiting for this child. Not that I love her siblings any less, there’s just something in me that couldn’t rest until Brielle and I had our own little girl.
And now she’s here, and looking just as I knew she would. She had her mother’s dark locks and my ice blue eyes and I lost my heart to her in an instant.
“Brianna.” I hadn’t shared her name with her mom yet, I wanted her to get here first. “We’ll name her Brianna.” I lifted her and placed my lips against her forehead while smiling over her head at my wife.
THE END