Emma Lia reaches for my hand and squeezes, her teeth clenched. “Ohh… this one hurts really bad! I feel it in my… butt. Is that normal,Cat?”
“Absolutely. The baby’s head is coming down and putting pressure on your rectum. I’m going to have you push with the next contraction, and we’ll see if we need to set up for delivery or let you push for a littlewhile.”
Cat and the nurse move Emma Lia into the birthing position. Cat snaps her fingers at me. “Help pull her legs back,Tristan.”
I immediately obey her command without hesitation just like a good submissive. But I do it for my wife because I know she needs myhelp.
“Almost baby time,” the nursesays.
I bring her hand to my lips for a kiss. “Almost time to hold our little Creolebaby.”
That brings a smile to her face. “I can’t wait to see that sweet little face and hold him or her in myarms.”
Her smile doesn’t last. “I’m starting acontraction.”
Cat coaches Emma Lia through several contractions, telling her how and when to push. “You’re doinggreat.”
She’s in so much pain. Suffering. And I can’t stand it. “How muchlonger?”
“I don’t think it’ll be much longer. I think we can go ahead and set up for delivery.” Almost isn’t close enough forme.
I’m supposed to take care of Emma Lia and our baby. I hate not being able to soothe her painaway.
I push her sweat-soaked hair away from her forehead. “Not much longer, mon bien-aimé. You’re almostdone.”
“You’re very close. One or two more contractions and we should get to meet this sweetbaby.”
“Pressure’s building. Oh God. Gotta… push.” A deep, drawn-out grunt follows herwords.
Cat motions for me to look between Emma Lia’s legs. “Want to see the top of your baby’shead?”
I’ve seen Emma Lia’s ass and pussy from every angle. I might as well see it with our baby comingout.
“Hellyeah.”
Emma Lia pushes and I watch our baby’s head come down until I can see the entire top. I’ve never seen anything so amazing in all my life. So surreal. “You got one of your wishes. He or she has myhair.”
Emma Lia pushes three times and then falls back against the bed, breathing heavily. “Right now, I want to see whose feet he has. I need this to beover.”
“You’re so close,” Cat says. “Not muchlonger.”
I lean down and kiss her forehead. “I love you somuch.”
She strokes my face with her hand. “I love you,too.”
“You’re starting a contraction. Push hard and we’ll meet this little bundle ofjoy.”
Emma Lia takes a deep breath and blows it out before taking another and holding it. I help her pull her legs back and her face turns beet red as she pushes with every bit of her remainingstrength.
“Push, Emma Lia. Push,” Cat tells her. Her legs are trembling, and silent tears are streaming down her face. “Take a breath and hold it and bear down.Now.”
“Come on, mon bien-aimé. Do it for our baby. Push himout.”
Emma Lia pulls her legs back, eyes squeezed tight, brow wrinkled. More tears escape her eyes, and it breaks my heart that she’s suffering in silence. It’s worse than if she werescreaming.
I lean over Emma Lia’s leg and watch a perfect little head emerge from my wife’s body. And I see the face of my child for the first time. I’ve never seen anything more amazing in mylife.
“Head’s out, Emma Lia. Let’s see the rest of this baby and find out who has beenright.”
