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I wondered how much of a heartwarming job it must be, to be such a large  part of people's pregnancies. I mean, she gets to bring some of the  greatest joy to couples in this room. It must be absolutely surreal. I,  on the other hand, get people laid. I guess that could be comparable?  Yeah, not so much.

"Yes," Mathis and I answered at the same time. Our gazes met and I swore  my panties just became soaked. Something about that sideways glance  always did it for me. My body wanted him even more than the first time I  finally gave in to him. I giggled a little, just thinking about us  soaking wet in the shower with his dress shirt ruined and pants soggy on  the bathroom floor. We had come so far in such a short amount of time,  and I couldn't think of any other way I would want it.         

     



 

Marriage and babies was something I never wanted for myself, but now  that it was here, it was all I ever wanted, but only if it was with  Mathis. Only him. Only us.

"Wow, you have a mover in there." The technician laughed.

"You're tellin' me! Try sleeping with that kid doing Olympic swimming  laps in there!" Ever since I had begun feeling the baby's movements,  they were only getting stronger by the minute. The flips and the kicks  to the bladder were gonna do me in.

"Oh, wow, well, this one isn't shy at all."

We all laughed together, because honestly if this child was anything like Mathis or I, we were so fucked.

His grip on my hand tightened and when I looked over, I could see a  small tear fall from his face. He tried to cover it up, but I just  smiled at him and mouthed the words, I love you, which he repeated back  to me.

"You ready?" the bubbly technician asked and we both nodded. A couple  clicks and printed pictures later, she proudly announced, "It's a boy!  And a very bold one at that. He won't keep his legs closed!"

We both laughed and I let out a sigh of relief. There was no way I could  have dealt with a baby girl. I mean, all the pink stuff was adorable,  but I was total boy mom material. At least for our first baby.

"Sounds like someone is just like his daddy."

I laughed and nudged Mathis. He was sitting taller, prouder in the chair  next to me. His smile was so wide it could touch his eyes.

"A boy. That is my son." The pride radiated off of him and he might as well pat himself on the back for a job well done.

The ultrasound tech interrupted us. "You know what they say about how  the gender is determined, right?" We both shook our heads no. I knew the  sperm was the determining factor, I think? But I was all for old wives  tales.

"They say, whoever is more dominant during the act in which the baby is created determines the gender."

Mathis smiled and let out a laugh.

"Oh, hell no. That can't be right." I playfully joked with the  ultrasound technician. In reality, I was already plotting baby number  two, just to prove I was the more dominant one in this relationship.  Especially when we were in bed.

The power struggle in our relationship that drew us to each other would  never burn out, which was probably why we were more in love every day,  and every argument that went by. We fed off of each other in a way only  we could.

"Challenge accepted," was all I said as I leaned in to kiss Mathis on his smooth lips.

He laughed, because I was sure he thought I was joking, but this was something I intended to prove with a baby girl next year.

"Challenge accepted," he whispered back into my ear. "If I could get you  pregnant right now, I would. Just to prove it would be another boy."

Fucker. Always having to get the last word and I bit my tongue because of the technician.





Chapter Thirty-Three

My Vagina Hurts

Jennifer





Four months and some days later, I was strapped to a zillion machines  inside a Vegas hospital, practicing that stupid Lamaze breathing Mathis  insisted I learn. Like I didn't know how to fucking breathe already?  Asshole.

"You are doing great, baby," he encouraged me while pushing my hair back and placing a cold, wet washcloth on my forehead.

"I fucking hate you right now. Do you know that?" I yelled at him.

The nurse in the room became startled and dropped a pitcher of water on  the floor. I thought it was safe to say she had a reason to be scared. I  had now thrown a cup of water at Mathis. Squeezed his balls until he  screamed like a child. Oh, and threatened the anesthesiologist. If I  wasn't a patient, I was sure they would have called the police on me by  now.

"Here comes another contraction, Jenny. The doctor is going to be here  any minute and he wants you to start pushing." Yup, pushing a fucking  bowling ball out of my snatch. Exactly what I wanted to spend my Sunday  afternoon doing. Damn it!

The contraction hit and I felt the pressure radiating through my lower  half. They wanted to see me push? This bitch was gonna push!

"That's it, baby, one, two, three, four..." I interrupted his counting  as I growled at him. Like I didn't know how to count to ten. Did the  world automatically assume women in labor didn't remember simple  functions we learned at the age of five? It was making me murderous.

The contraction stopped and I finally relaxed.

"I am going to kill you, just as soon as this baby is out of me. Mark my  words, Mathis Verlinden, you are a dead man walking." I panted between  each word. My body was so close, I could feel his head pressing against  the walls of my poor vagina. I was never going to look at sex the same  again. This hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.         

     



 

"God, it burns!" I screamed, catching the attention of the nurse again.  She hit the page button on the bed and frantically called for the  doctor. This guy had like three point two seconds to get there, because  the next contraction, I was pushing this little shit out of me...even if  it killed me.

"Don't push with this next contraction," the nurse demanded.

I laughed at her.

"Get down there and do your damn job, bitch!" I screamed and the  contraction took over again. I pushed and pushed. My face was red hot  and I was completely out of breath. I was getting light headed, but I  didn't give up.

My body suddenly felt an amazing amount of relief as the nurse pulled my  son from my body and placed his wiggling body on my chest.

"Oh my God," I whispered, as I pulled his little wet body up and got my first good look at him.

"Jenny..." Mathis' voice was weak and I could tell he was crying. "He is perfect. Oh, God. I love you."

As much as I hated him only a few minutes ago, it was all forgotten. The  pain was a million miles away and all I could see was this perfect  little boy with a full head of dark hair and the darkest olive  complexion. The spitting image of his father in every way.

Hell, he looked like he had been vacationing in Aruba for the past nine  months, not taking up house in the uterus of a pale as shit Irish woman.  Of course he would look just like Mathis. I should have known.

"He looks just like you." The tears rolled down my cheeks as I pulled him closer and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

"Thank you, love..." Mathis let out a sob. "Thank you, this is the  greatest gift anyone has ever given me." His lips showered my face and  neck with kisses and we admired our new baby boy.

"Jenny, his eyes..."

I looked down and noticed him blinking for the first time. The bright blue eyes shone through his tiny eyelids.

"He did get something from you," Mathis joked.

"He is perfect. Now get that doctor to fix my vagina."





Epilogue

The Chase

Mathis





One year later …



"Head to the bedroom, now," I demanded.

Jennifer rolled her eyes at me. She had been in one of those moods all  fucking day. On purpose I might add. We had decided that after our son,  Mateo, was born, we would start trying again a year later. Well, the day  was here and my wife was being a brat. Ignoring all of my advances.  Pushing me away just to get under my skin. She had taken what the  ultrasound technician said to heart about whoever reigned dominance  controlled the gender of the baby. Please. That was so not fucking true  and if it was? We would constantly be having boys. Now was the time to  take that challenge to the next level, but it wasn't working. Anything I  threw at Jennifer, she was blocking. I cooked her dinner, bathed and  fed Mateo. Dropped him off at the babysitter's. Even that didn't earn me  any brownie points.

She came out that evening sporting a red satin nightie and I almost blew  a load right then and she knew it. Fuck me, she was good.

"Love." I took a step toward her.

Her eyes widened and she backed up.

Leaning my head from side to side, I started unbuckling my belt. The  raging hard-on in my pants couldn't be missed. I had sported one all  damn day and this urge was going to be released.

Jennifer licked her lips and backed up down the hall way before making a mad dash to our bedroom.

She was running? Really? Well, didn't that just turn me on more. Adrenaline pumped through me and I chased her.