With every day that passes, my hope swells that we will have a healthy child at the end of this journey. My mate grows increasingly grumpy and fussy as our egg grows inside him, because I will not let Davies doanything. I wish for him to lie still and take no chances with his health and safety. I take care of him and his every desire, refusing to let him walk or move any more than absolutely necessary.
At least I am not the only one who acts overprotective. Mohrn has been similarly restricting Simon’s movements and activities.
I believe my love’s greatest irritation is our celibacy to help prevent accidentally triggering contractions. Mohrn and I readily agreed to this stipulation, perhaps even more easily than our human mates. I do not mind my chosen celibacy, because the eventual reward is a priceless blessing—our child.
There are few memories more precious to me than lying in bed with Davies cradled against me, with my hand over his belly as I speak to our unborn child.
When Dr. H’looder finally tells us we can resume our sexual activity because our eggs are mature enough to be born, I think Davies is going to scream when I tell him I wish to wait a little longer. Just a few more hours.
That is in response to Mohrn and Simon leaving the house to go break their own celibacy down at the nearby river, taking the medical team with them to observe and supervise Simon giving birth.
I choose to wait because I want the medical team’s full attention on Davies when his time arrives.
Fortunately, Simon and Mohrn have a perfect delivery, and all sensors indicate their baby is healthy and thriving within its egg. Only after Simon delivers their egg, and they return and are once again safely back in the house, along with the full medical team, do I allow Davies to push me back onto our bed, climb on top of me, and fuck me.
While he does that—admittedly a very pleasant sensation, indeed—I bite him, triggering his release almost immediately, followed by my own.
As we lie there together, on our sides with Davies snuggled in my arms, he lets out a sharp gasp, followed by a low moan.
“Are you in pain?” I ask.
He nods. “I think it’s starting.” He tips his head back to look up at me, his brown eyes clouded with distress. “What if something’s wrong?”
I slant a kiss across his lips. “Everything is all right, love. Mohrn and Simon’s child is perfect, and so shall ours be.” I stand and scoop him into my arms.
This is something else I do not take for granted, because I know once our baby is here and Davies is feeling back to his old self, he will protest if I try to carry him all the time, such as I have been doing lately. He has allowed me to spoil and pamper him with the understanding that he is only tolerating it because he loves me, and because he is carrying our child.
Normally, he only likes me to carry him if he is drunk or I am taking him to bed.
He has no idea how much I have treasured these past months, and not just because of becoming parents. But because Davies was forced toletme do things for him and pamper him in a way I have never been able to care for someone before.
Because he ismine.I cannot imagine loving anyone more fiercely or truly than I love him.
Except our child, of course.
I carry Davies out of the bedroom. On my way to our bathroom, I call out for Dr. H’looder and the medical techs that his delivery has started, and they scurry to follow us.
Only minutes later, I am sitting in our large tub with Davies, cradling him against me as warm water swirls around us. Water births are sort of an old tradition among our kind. Not a requirement, but this is one more way we can claim our perfection despite the unorthodox methods in how we’ve had to achieve it.
I know we could also utilize Mohrn’s favorite spot at the river for our delivery, but I do not wish to venture that far or take Davies out of the house. Traditions aside, I wish for the modern conveniences to be at hand should there be any issues with the birth of our child.
We have already been through so much that I fear we might have used up the remainder of our luck.
Perhaps that is superstitious, but it is how I feel.
It is also why I have not yet notified my family about the impending delivery. Once our egg is delivered, and we know our child is healthy, then I will consider telling them.
Our last visit with them went better than I expected, although my two middle siblings still act somewhat chilly and distant toward Davies. At least my youngest sibling is finally thawing, as Davies might say, and my parents have seemingly accepted Davies as my mate and welcome him into our family.
Although considering what I have learned about my middle two siblings, and pheir opinions toward ishblane, maybe it is more our friendship with Mohrn and Simon that trouble them, and the potential that our child will be ishblane.
Eventually, perhaps, that divide might narrow, but it is incumbent upon phem to cross it. Phey have made their opinions clear, and I will not live my life for phem.
I will live it forme, and for my love, and for our child.
Davies holds my hands and squeezes hard as he labors. I hate that he is going through pain, but I never dreamed in my life I would ever have such a soulmate as him to call mine.
Such a beautiful, wonderful soul with whom to parent our children with.
