Page 97 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
“That’s right, baby,” he laughs a low, seductive laugh at the use of my name for him. His finger increases the pressure on my clit in approval, but it’s his words that send me flying. “Who does this pussy belong to, Bambi? Your asshole. Whose is that? Those sweet lips around your filthy mouth. Who owns them?”
“You!” I whisper-shout as my back arches.
“Mine,” he says gruffly, slamming into me as we ride out our orgasms together. I make smaller pants and noises as we experience the last of our release, and Liam laughs at me lightly.
“It’s impossible for you to be quiet during sex, isn’t it?” I nod in response as the last of his throbbing subsides and he starts showering me with kisses across my shoulders and neck.
When we crawl back into bed after cleaning up, he pulls me in tight again and moves his hand instinctively to its new favorite spot, my belly, and holds us close. I find myself smiling uncontrollably.Home. Mine. His. Ours.He’s the only person who’s ever felt like home to me. He’s the only place I want tobe, and the only one I’ll ever want. I feel like I’ve never truly belonged anywhere because all along, I’d belonged with him.
I might have had something with Damian, even something with Matthias. But with Liam, it’s everything. He’salwaysbeen my everything.
EPILOGUE
Liam
“We aren’t having any more kids after this, Britain.” I slide my hands through my hair to try and release the tension. “I can’t take it.” When I look up to where she’s sitting in the hospital bed, she laughs at me. Fucking laughs at me!
“I didn’t know you wouldn’t be able to hang today,” she says with a smirk on her face.
“I just watched them insert a needle into your back that was the length of my forearm!”
“And look how much better I feel already? Relax, come here.” She gestures for me to join her on the hospital bed. I sit down beside her, almost scared to touch her with all the wires, and monitors, and drips she’s hooked up to. “Do you want to watch a movie? We probably have a couple hours,” she says while she gently rubs my back.My wife is too good for me.
“Fine, sure.” She laughs at me again, then tells me to pull a chair over so we can watch TV while we wait. “How bad is the pain now?”
“I can’t feel a thing, and I won’t. Silas will have to come tell me when to push because I won’t know it’s time.” I nod silently. She’s a fucking warrior. When we walked into labor and delivery, I could hear the screaming and I knew I wouldn’t be able to take it if Britain started screaming in pain. But, of course, all my girls are fucking champs, and Britain just bared the pain quietly, clenching her eyes, squeezing my hand, and then releasing a deep breath when the pain subsided. I don’t know how she does it.
Luckily, the epidural kicked right in, and she’s even fallen asleep.
I check my phone, seeing texts from our girls, Sandy, Alex, Constantine, Max, and even Jess, but I’m waiting. I’ll let them know when it happens and not a minute before. I just want to be in it with her.
Silas knocks on the door before entering.
“Hey, man,” I greet him. He’s only checked on Britain once since we got here. I think he said she was at six centimeters then.
“Hey, Liam, you ready?” He greets back, and I nod. “Alright, Britain,” he says gently, patting her leg. “Let’s see where we’re at.” Britain wakes easily, nodding along, and giving me a reassuring smile. Silas lifts the sheets and does a quick check.
I move to hold her hand, and then Silas looks at us and smiles. “You ready to push, Brit?” he asks. She nods ecstatically. Thank god she’s a seasoned pro at this. I’d be dying if she showed even the smallest amount of worry, but I’m happy she’s excited.
Silas calls in a slew of additional people and it quickly becomes overwhelming, if not a bit frightening. They turn on lamps over the baby bed, and start getting out all kinds of supplies. It’s a flurry of movement.
But Britain is just sitting there, smiling, chatting with Silas like this isn’t the most important moment of my entire life. Silasrepositions the bed to get her ready to push, and I zone out at the monumental shift I can feel happening right beneath my feet. I’m going to have to share Britain with this other human. What if this changes things?What if I’m not good at it, and she resents me?
“Liam, Liam?” They have to say my name twice. Britain laughs at me again, taking my hand in hers, like she’s supporting me now. She never ceases to amaze me.
She tells me, “We’re just waiting for the next contraction and then I’ll push.”
“Okay, how long will you push for?”
“I dunno,” she scrunches her nose. “I spent 3 hours pushing with Caroline and 10 minutes with Elodie.”Oh my god, I can’t take three more hours of this.She just shrugs, though.
“Alright, here we go, Brit, you know what to do,” Silas says and with that, Britain bears down while a nurse counts beside her. Then Silas is telling her to stop. And they do that 3 more times, when I hearthe wail. Britain sits back looking instantly relieved, like she just finished a light jog, not bringing a human into the world.
I lean forward to look at my son, and yeah, my whole fucking world just changed. Like I’m the fucking Grinch who’s heart just grew three sizes. I turn back to Britain, gripping her face in my hands and I kiss her hard, my affection and adoration for this woman at an all-time high. “You are a fucking rockstar, baby. I love you so much, Britain Millar.” She nods, holding onto my arms.
“How is he?” she asks me and Silas both.
“Perfect,” Silas says, bringing the babe up to her bare chest, laying him down. Silas elbows me as he moves to sit back down at the foot of the bed, and says “Congrats, Dad.” All I can muster out is a nod because it’s taking a lot of strength to not break down and cry right now. I want to cry from relief, but mostlybecause I’m so in love. With Britain, with our son, with our family.How did I get so fucking lucky?
