Page 50 of Drill Session

She waddled off, naked from the waist down and trotted back into the bathroom. I went the other way and walked out of the bedroom after changing my soaked pajama pants. The nursery was completed, that was the least of our worries. It was pretty as fuck, decorated with shades of pink. To be extra, I didn’t want white plain walls, so I did the luxury of hiring somebody to paint the walls and it turned out really nice. Clouds surrounded the top and the walls were colored pink with pink assorted flowers colored in various spots of the wall. The way it looked in here, you’d think we planned this shit, but we really wanted it to be pretty as fuck and our baby girl deserved it. If it was up to me, she’d sleep in the bedroom with us, but Akira’s doctor stated it’d be best for the baby to have her own space. When we had the gender reveal, we told our family not to bring gifts, but like common black folk, they showed out and did the opposite. When we had the baby shower, they flooded us with more gifts. Daddy’s baby had enough clothes to last until she turned three. There was going to be so much love around her, with our family anticipating her birth. Akira was doing all that whining and shit talking it out on me, like she wasn’t going to have to do the same thing for the rest of her family.

I grabbed the baby bag out of the closet and walked downstairs to put it by the garage door so I could grab it on the way out then headed back upstairs to make sure Akira was okay. I jogged up the stairs two at the time and leaned against the door, watching her struggle to put on a pair of joggers.

“Bae,” I muttered softly.

When she ignored me, I knew she was still pissed. How the fuck is she pissed off at me for wanting to make sure she straight? That shit crazy as hell. I was already prepared for how labor was going to go. The only thing I knew I’d regret after the fact, was not having time to smoke a blunt before all this shit popped off.

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“OH MY GOOOOOOSH!”

Akira was screaming to the top of her lungs, gripping my hand hard as fuck. Her knuckles were turning white, as she bit down on the white towel from the pain rustling through her body. Mrs. Moore was beside her, on the other side of the hospital bed, rubbing her back, trying to soothe her because apparently what I was saying wasn’t working. She was cussing me out, rolling her eyes, telling me she hated me and all type of crazy ass shit. Jalisa and Lira were at the foot of the bed, with the nurses looking between her, staring at Akira’s pussy, waiting for our baby girl to come into the world. Half of the waiting room was filled with our family, making it look like a damn reunion, instead of my baby having my baby. Lira pulled her braids into a bun on the top of her head. Before Jalisa went to the other end, she was feeding Akira ice chips. I felt so bad for my baby. I swear if I could take the pain away, I would. She couldn’t handle this shit, the way she was carrying on. Her doctor was running two hours late and the nurses were telling her not to push until then. All they were doing was checking her cervix and doing shit that wasn’t helpful.

“It’ll be okay baby, just breath,” Mrs. Moore spoke calmly.

“I can’t wait to show my niece how you were acting on this fucking table. My best friend can take a nine-inch dick, but can’t push out a ten pound baby,” Jalisa teased her, holding her iPhone up, recording.

Akira rolled her eyes and grunted as she attempted to kick Jalisa, but she moved out the way in time. I tried my best to hold in my laughter because she wasn’t lying. I done filled her up with all this big dick, so I know what her pussy can take.

“Ma, please get her the fuck out of here. Jalisa go wait outside,” she snapped.

“Jalisa please stop,” Lira complained.

Akira let go of my hand and looked over at her mama. Her face had turned cherry red and her eyes were puffy as the tears continued to cascade down her pretty face. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart standing here, watching her suffer like this. I’d already made my rounds of cussing muthafucka’s out who thought shit was sweet, sitting around not doing shit or barely doing enough on the fucking job.

“Ma tell them to cut me,” she sounded possessed. “Ma please tell them to cut me, I can’t do this shit,” she begged. “I need to fucking push!”

“Aye,” I called out at the nurse. “It ain’t shit else you can do, besides standing there looking around, y’all can’t give her something for the pain.”

“Drill,” Mrs. Moore gave me a warning look. “You calm your ass down too.” Then she diverted her attention to Akira.

Mrs. Moore poked out her bottom lip and frowned. She probably felt the same way I did, knowing Akira had a low pain tolerance too. “Baby, you have to breathe through it. It’ll be over with soon baby, I promise.”

She slammed her head against the pillow and released a gut-wrenching scream, just her fucking luck, her doctor, Dr. Samira came storming in the room with all hands on deck. For the first time in a few hours, I released a sigh of relief. Lira and Jalisa stepped aside from looking at Akira’s pussy. Dr. Samira walked over to the sink thoroughly washed her hands to prep and slid her hands into a pair of gloves. The nurse I went off on, spoke in code about something using doctoral terms.

“Is that you I heard screaming down the hall Akira?” Dr. Samira joked, then she turned to smile at me. “Is she giving you hell?”

“At this point, I’m used to it,” everyone around the room shared a laugh.

“You ready to be a grandma all over again, Mrs. Moore, what is this, grandbaby number three?”

Mrs. Moore nodded with a proud smile. “Yeah, and they’re driving me crazy.”

Dr. Samira chuckled while taking a peek between Akira’s legs. “I know a thing or two about that. My grandkids are on fall break and kicking it with me for the time being. Okay Akira, I’m just gonna check between your legs to see how dilated you are, okay?”

Akira seemed to calm down a little bit, though she was still whimpering here and there while Dr. Samira checked her. When she pulled back, her fingers had smudges of blood on them, making me alarmed.

“Doc, that’s blood, is everything cool?”

She gave me a reassuring smile. “She’s crowning, this baby has been ready to come out for a while.” She raised her brow and turned around to face the nurse I grilled earlier.

“I was told to wait on you, Dr. Samira.”

“Daddy,” she called out to me, “Grab one leg, grandma, grab the other leg, your baby girl is ready to meet you. In just a few pushes your baby girl will be here. Drill you want to take a look at what’s going on?”

I was a little hesitant, pretty much scared, more than anything from watching Iciss giving birth to a still born, but baby girl was always active, so this wasn’t the case. Taking a deep breath, I looked down and her pussy was swollen and paused. Part of me wanted to bend my head down and kiss it, to ease the pain, but the folks would probably call me crazy. Akira knew there weren’t any limits when it came to what I did to her body unapologetically. We were in sync and her body spoke to me in volumes. I was in pain too, fighting this shit off like a G, trying to remain stealth and cool for her sake of not wanting to freak out because between the both of us, one of us had to remain calm. The pain struck through my back, hitting me like a lightning bolt, making me grunt. My forehead was drenched in sweat and Akira nails were digging in my palm, making me hiss.

Leaning down, I kissed the side of her face, repeatedly dousing her in sweet love as she continued to push. Veins protruded from her neck and her face and necks were still red. My heart was thumping so loud, I heard it in my ears, so I figured everybody else did too. Nothing else in this moment matter beyond us too. She was enduring pain, making a sacrifice to give me the greatest gift on earth to cherish. My love and my respect ran deeper than the ocean for her. This was inevitable and it gives me something to hold on to. This baby is what we needed. Though our love was strong, our family felt complete. This was such an imperfect love story, but it’s ours and I’d tell our children this story with a smile on my face of how it all mapped out.

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