The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5(41)

     



 

I kept one hand on my kid and the other on her ass as I fucked steadily   into her. The baby moved against my hand and stopped me cold. The last   time that shit happened we ended up in a mad rush to the hospital.   "Babe, you been feeling anything today, like maybe this kid wants out   now?"

"No keep going." She pushed back and spread a little wider. There was no   use in telling her to take it easy because her pussy's heat told me   what kind of mood she was in; she wanted to fuck. Hormones ruled the   day.

Pretty soon I was lost in her, the feel, touch and scent that was all   Traci. In the years we've been together I've never once doubted my love   for her, never regretted taking the plunge just moments after meeting   her. This, the way she makes me feel, the joy she's brought to my life,   my kids, everything, is sometimes more than my poor man's heart can   take.

Leaning over her back as the love welled up inside I went too deep too   soon. That was all it took to send her into orbit and have her screaming   for me. Which I had to cut off with a hand over her mouth before her   pain in the ass kids started their shit.

Her body shook in climax, setting off a chain reaction and I was soon   following her into ecstasy. Cum leaked out around my cock as I held   still, giving us both time to come down. "Uh-oh." She pulled off my cock   like her ass was on fire.

"What uh-oh, uh-oh what?" I knew before she even said it what was gonna   come out of her mouth. I told her ass to calm down but no she had to   move her ass wilder with her greedy ass. "No don't do that, come ‘ere." I   pulled her into my arms when she started to tear up.

It was always the same, and thank heaven I was home each time to hold   her through it. "It's going to be okay baby, it's going to be okay.   We've got everything all prepared, I'll call ma and the hospital   and … and." Shit her parents weren't coming for another few days. Damn   kids never came when they were supposed to.

I left her on the bed for as long as she would let me, which was long   enough to grab the in-house phone. "Ma it's time get dad, call Cris and   the others." I hung up and went into action.

Because my wife and mother were paranoid nuts, there was no one to call   to watch the kids so I had to get them out of bed and bundle them up to   take them out into the night. There'll be enough bodies there to watch   over them while I took care of my wife so I wasn't worried. And  because  my parents were the amazing people they are, I could stay  focused.

Dad was soon there to help me get the kids out as ma helped me gather up   what was needed for the hospital. I had to call my people to make sure   there were no unwanted camera-toting assholes at the hospital. I've  had  to threaten more than one dumb fuck over the years to keep them out  of  our lives, but they could be vicious when it comes to things like  this.

The hospital was like a madhouse with our family and friends, and   hopefully no one noticed that even though this was my third time at bat I   was still fuck scared.

The nurse was all chatty and way too fucking chirpy for the occasion.   "Here we are Mrs. Hunter, we've got you all hooked up and everything   looks just fine. The doctor will be in soon, just buzz if you need   anything."

"Where're you going? You can't leave her like this." She wasn't exactly   screaming yet but I knew it was only a matter of time. I remember that   shit, and no way she was going through that again. "It's okay Mr.   Hunter, your wife is in good hands there's no need to panic."

Easy for her to say, she's not the one who has to watch a loved one try   to pass a watermelon through a hole the size of a fucking grape. "She's   in pain no fucking way we're not doing that again. Shouldn't you  people  have something to combat that shit? How many years women been  going  through this fuckery and nobody can come up with a solution?"

"Come on son, let's let this young lady do her job." Dad clapped me on   the shoulder but it was hard to miss the smirk in his voice. Everyone   always thought it was fun to watch me unravel but they had no idea what   this shit was like. If I could take her place I would in a heartbeat, I   hated seeing her go through this shit, but I love making babies with   her, so what the fuck!

Ma came in to spot me but I wasn't going anywhere. "I'm right here baby   just hold onto me." I knew how inadequate that was, for the next few   hours she was going to face something that I never would in the ring. No   matter my strength, and how many assholes I knock on their ass, I can   never do what she does for me, for us, for our little family.

"It's okay Wyatt don't freak out again like the last time."

"Which time? The time I fainted or the time I almost fucked that idiot   woman out the window?" Good she was laughing and she'd lost a little bit   of that pained look on her face.

The machine beeped away and every once in a while the nurse would bop in   with her sugary sweet bullshit. "Doc what the fuck?" She finally  showed  up half an hour later strolling like we had all damn day and my  wife  wasn't about to pass a bowling ball or some fuck.         

     



 

The twins had been small they were sharing space. Willow was a big fuck,   eight pounds five ounces and this one was probably going to be the   same. "Hello to you too Mr. Hunter, and how is the mother doing?" She   checked the charts and rattled off some crap that I didn't understand   and almost like clockwork Trace went into contractions, squeezed the   shit out of my hand and screamed the place down.

That's all it took to move the fog from my head and I went into husband   mode. I helped with her breathing, kept her brow cool, and talked to  her  even while she was yelling at me and accusing me of all manner of  shit,  like I was the one who decided which gender was supposed to carry  the  kid.

"I know, I'm the scum of the earth." I wonder if she remembers how she   ended up with this one? I think it was some black see through shit she'd   teased me with on one of my returns. I always knew when I nailed her,   somehow I could always tell no matter how much she argued that it  wasn't  possible, I haven't missed one yet.

"Here we go baby, just one more big push and you can have your ice cream   bar, that's my good girl." She's an old pro; one tight grip with her   nails biting into my hand and she bore down. My son came screaming and   wailing into the world. The tears in my eyes were for both of them, both   my miracles. They cleaned him up and handed him over to me and I   checked him over on my way back to his mother.

"Damn babe sorry, but this one is all me again." I'm proud as fuck about   that but my wife has beef with the fact that all our kids look like  me.  Poor baby, she can't catch a break. "This has got to stop Wyatt   dammit." She didn't look like she did five minutes ago, now her face was   glowing and she had that special light in her eyes.

"Fine, next one is all yours I promise." I kissed her as she held our boy, enveloping them both in the warmth of my arms.

"Damn straight." That's my girl. She'd just been through the seven   levels of hell but didn't bat a lash at the idea of going through it   again. That's my champ.



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BABY DADDY by Eve Montelibano"

Excerpt:



I WAS READY TO GIVE UP when he walked in like an answered prayer.

Wow.

I don't believe in destiny but I'm a little bit convinced now.

Just a little.

How is it possible that he looks almost exactly as the one I've been   envisioning for weeks now? He has all my physical specifications down to   his sexy feet.

Incredible coincidence.

But he's right there.

In the flesh.

Tall, above six feet so that my baby will be an improved version of his generation. I'm only five-foot-three. Check.

The face that will give my little princess a shot at becoming a   supermodel if she falls short in the IQ department- not that supermodels   are intellectually challenged, mind you- but that's unlikely to happen   as mine is Mensa level. However, I don't want to piss off Someone up   there so please God, make my little princess as healthy, beautiful and   smart as one of her parents, at least.

Jawline and cheekbones that make an artist want to pick up a brush and   paint away like a master. That simpering bubblehead he's currently   flirting with at the bar is just about to condense on the floor like   sludge.

Check, check and check!

Oh, that body! He has broad shoulders and strong-looking arms corded   with hard, defined muscles. No, he's not bulky like those gym rats   lifting weights every day. He's toned and lean and can definitely   command a giant billboard in Times Square or a spread in GQ wearing my   men's underwear label. He could be an athlete, or maybe a construction   worker around here. Whatever, that fine-looking form can sure make   beautiful, healthy babies easy.