Strictly Taboo(168)

I opened my eyes and felt his hands going under my nightgown. I smiled and spread my legs for him. I liked when he touched me, his fingers always found the right places to press and touch and his tongue was out of this world amazing. I don’t think I would ever get tired of him using his tongue to pleasure me.

However, he was still injured and it was my job to take care of him right now. Pushing him off me, I made him lay down and let me take the lead. I pleasured him, I took him in my mouth and did all the work so he didn’t have to hurt his shoulder. By the time we were ready for breakfast, he had no complaints. We stayed in our room over the next couple of days, just making it about the two of us, when the baby got here, we wouldn’t be just us anymore. I wanted to make it count while we had the chance.



A few months later...

I was in labor and trying to push this baby out. The nurses wouldn’t leave me alone and I’d had to kick everyone out of the delivery room except Rupert, and my nurse. Everyone else irritated me right now.

Rupert was smart enough not to ask me how I was feeling, he just wiped my brow and held my hand and walked in circles with me when I needed to change position. I was trying to do this natural and I didn’t want anyone getting in my way. Letting out a loud moan, the nurse asked me to sit in the chair for a moment so she could see what was going on.

“I see hair, okay, sweetie, unless you want to push this baby out standing up, you need to find a play to squat or lay down, the bed please? I’ll get the doctor. He’s just down the hall.” She told me and gave Rupert a look I barely caught.

She immediately left, but Rupert guided me over to the bed and helped me get on it. I had no intention of lying flat on my back, it made the pain worse. So I squatted, on the bed. I held onto a metal bar that was above the bed, that I was assuming was meant for that purpose and sort of hung myself off it. I could feel the baby moving down and my uterus contracting as it tried to push the baby out.

“Rupert, the baby is coming right now,” I whispered to him and let out a loud moan as the head starting stretching skin that felt like it was on fire. I didn’t know where the nurse or the doctor was, but if they didn’t get back in here fast, they’d miss the show.

“I don’t know where they are, would you like me to go find them?” Rupert asked me, he’d been good about not leaving my side this entire time and he’s the one person I didn’t want to go away.

“No, but you need to catch the baby as it comes out, unless they get back in here in the next thirty seconds… because…here…he…. comes.” I said and then felt my body push hard. My legs shook and I felt like I had almost no control over what my body was doing. The muscles were working all on their own and I was just the vessel that had been the host for this little parasite for the last few months. Rupert’s stunned expression as he let go of my arm and put his hands under me to help guide the baby out was worth the pain. He was in complete shock of the situation and I knew the minute I got that baby out, my attention would no longer be on Rupert. I spent the last few seconds of pushing, staring at my husband and appreciating how he’d been there for me, and how he was helping me now.

One last big push and our son was out. Rupert stared down at him for a minute like he couldn’t figure out quite what to do with him and then he offered to hand him to me. The cord was still pulsing and I leaned back on the bed in a semi reclining position and took the baby from him. I held him to my chest and pointed to the blankets that were sitting on a table a few feet from the bed. He piled the blankets on top of us, and a few moments later, the doctor and nurse walked back in.

“You didn’t say she was pushing the baby out right this minute,” the doctor exclaimed when he saw the baby being held in my arms. He rushed over and examined both of us, while the nurse took a second to process everything and then went to start clamping the cord and cleaning up some of the mess.

“He’s breathing, he’s okay,” I told the doctor. Right this minute, all I could focus on was his sweet, wrinkled little face. He was rooting and looking to eat, and he latched with little effort. I had read a ton of books with Rupert on childbirth and breastfeeding and the little guy didn’t need to be taught. He just did it. I guess the baby was smarter than I was.

“He’s beautiful Lara, you did good.” Rupert said and kissed my brow. He put a hand gently on the top of the baby’s head, smiling at us both.

I was so busy focused on my new son and my husband, that I didn’t even notice that I delivered the placenta, or that the doctor had to give me two stitches. They let us bond with him for a while, before the nurse finally came to claim him. She had to take vitals and weigh him and get him cleaned up. He’d finished nursing, and I reluctantly handed him over. A second nurse came in, and helped me clean up and changed all the bedding.