Page 36 of Dex

“Ifucking hate you,” I scream at Dex, who is standing across the room. He is right not to be near me right now. I have been in active labour for six hours and I am at nine centimeters. I am contracting more than I am not and by fucking Christ it hurts. “This is the only time you are planting one of your beast babies inside of me, you fucker.” I tense up as another wave of excruciating pain rips through my body. I love this baby with all my heart but fucking hell, she needs to come out… NOW!

“You love me, Ads. It’s the pain talking,” Dex says. Jay chuckles from beside his brother.

“Fuck loving you. Give me the fucking drugs. I need something for the pain,” I wail. Lauren is next to me, running the cool, damp cloth around my face. I know I can’t have anything for the pain, I am way past the point for that.

“Man the hell up woman. It’s too late for painkillers now. You need to try and relax, this baby will be coming out of your minge in no time.” Dex groans and so does Jay.

“Nice, Lauren. I am now not picturing Addy’s pussy stretching and my niece's head popping out.” Jay shudders at his words. “Ouch, you fucker.” I look across the room and see Jay rubbing the back of his head.

“Well, that's what you get for talking about my girl’s pussy, you prick. You should never be thinking about her down there at all.” I chuckle and another contraction hits.

“Ahhhhh big, fat, hairy monkey balls,” I scream. I vaguely feel the midwife checking between my legs, my poor baby cannon. It is going to be the size of the bloody Grand Canyon after I push her out. Even though they told me she was on the small side, it still feels like I am birthing a beach ball.

“Baby, can I come closer?” I can hear the anguish in his voice and the tears start to fill my eyes. I nod my head and in two seconds flat he is by my side. He lays kisses all over my face, whispering how much he loves me.

“I’m sorry I have been a bitch,” I tell him through the tears.

“It’s fine, baby. You are doing great.” The pressure builds and I feel like I need to poop.

“I need the toilet, Colleen,” I tell the midwife. She shakes her head.

“You are fine, Addy, that pressure you are feeling is the baby. You are ten centimeters and you are ready to push. So how about you start. Chin to your chest and push like you are having a bowel movement.” I do as she says and push through the contraction. I can feel my body tighten up and I feel like I am going to burst a blood vessel. I take a deep breath and push again. The burn makes me scream.

“You got this, baby. Push, Addison,” Dex says from my side. He is holding one of my legs and Lauren has the other.

“Okay, again, Addy. One more and her head will be out.” I push through the burn and I feel the pressure lessen some. “That is the head out. Look, Dad. She has your hair.” I watch has Dex moves his head so he can see our daughters face for the first time. He takes a deep breath and his eyes fill with tears. I get a second of reprieve and then the next contraction hits. This is it, I can’t take much more. I need to push my baby out. I grind my teeth together and push for all that is holy. My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, but nothing matters as the first sound of my daughter’s cries fill the small hospital room.

Fuck, I did it.

“Baby, you did it. She is here, baby. Fuck, she is here. God, I love you so fucking much.” I barely feel Dex kiss my mouth, then my eyes and my cheeks. My body is deflated, exhausted from all the physical pain and lack of sleep. I lay back and take in the sound of my daughter’s cries, she really doesn’t like being outside of her warm, comfy bubble in my belly. Dex chuckles next to me. “She is perfect. She has a good set of lungs on her.” He kisses me again.

“Mouthy, just like her mum,” Lauren says from my side, and I laugh. I turn my head so I can see Dex. He isn't hiding his tears. He is wearing them with ‘daddy pride’.

“I love you Dexter Castle. I love you so much. It was worth the wait.”

“I love you too, Addison Cole. And yeah it was. We got here in the end.”

“Does Mum or Dad want to hold her first?” asks the midwife, dragging us from our declaration of love for each other. Soppy, I know, but fuck it, we are riding the ‘baby high’.

“I think her mum, can have her first,” Dex says. She lays the baby on my chest; she is wrapped up in a light green hospital blanket. I move the material away from her face to see her more. My breath catches in my throat at how much she looks like Dex. She is beyond beautiful. Her eyes are still closed but she is trying her hardest to open them. I chuckle and kiss her nose, which she wrinkles a little.

“She’s perfect, baby. Thank you so much for her.” Dex says beside me, emotion laying claim to his voice.

“I’m gonna take off. I will pop to the house when you guys are home. Congrats to you both,” Lauren says quickly, before leaving us.

“I’m gonna shoot also. I love you guys and congrats on my niece.” Jay comes over and kisses me and the baby, before man-hugging his brother.

He leaves quietly, and then there were three. I look down at the squishy bundle in my arms. Dex moves closer and rests his arm around mine, holding the baby to me. His other arm moves around the back of my neck, rubbing his thumb over the skin. The pain has been forgotten, but the tiredness is seeping in. I rest my head on Dex’s shoulder but force my eyes open, keeping them on our daughter. My heart grows twice its size from looking at her, she is pure perfection.

Her hair is dark like Dex’s, her little button nose and full lips are his too. Damn, I didn’t get a look in. Her eyes flicker open and I gasp, seeing my own eyes stare back at me. The same clear blue as my own. Thank the Lord there is some of me in her. Dex will be lapping up the attention that our daughter is a spitting image of him. Her eyes move slowly, like she is trying to focus. I smile and run my finger over her smooth cheek. She needs a bath because she still has some of that white stuff all over her skin.

“She is perfect,” Dex whispers beside me, his voice low in an attempt not to scare the baby. I nod my agreement. I pull the little beanie hat off her head, needing to see and feel her hair. Dex chuckles when her hair sticks up in all directions. His large hand comes up and smoothes her hair down. “Damn, it’s so soft, but thick. I am dreading brushing that when it gets long enough. You are going to have to show me how to style her hair. I want to be one of those dads that help with their daughter. Or I could do the same as that YouTube video, you know, the one where the dad uses a hoover to suck the hair and then push the hair tie down. That was wicked,” he laughs. The midwife chuckles from the bottom of the bed. I shake my head at him. The thing is, I truly believe he would do that.

“You would try that wouldn’t you?” I tell him.

“Hell yeah. My girl is gonna look bad arse all the fuc- flipping time. I guess I need to watch my swearing now, huh?” I nod my head.

“Yeah, babe. Can you imagine her first word being a swear word?” I can’t stop touching her, but I know that Dex needs his fill too. “Your turn, baby.” I nod towards the baby. His face pales a little and my heart soars at his reaction. He is this big arse alpha bloke and he is scared to death of holding his tiny daughter.

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