Page 21 of Pregnant By the Joc

“I bet she is. She is so damn big she is tired of being cramped in there,” I am slightly concerned about her being two weeks early, but the doctor told us at our last check-up that due to her size it was a possibility. But she also told us that she would be perfectly fine and healthy.

People come and go from the room for the next thirty minutes or hooking her up to IVs, checking her progress. I just keep giving her ice chips, rubbing her back and holding her hand through her contractions.

My parents came about twenty minutes ago with her go bag and a bunch of balloons and flowers. “Hey everyone. How are we doing today? I am Dr. Granger. Dr. Hart had an emergency C-section and seeing as how you are one hundred percent effaced, she wouldn't be able to make it. So, what do you say we have a baby?” I hate this. I hate that he is a stranger and I hate even more he is a fucking man but when she cries out I forget about all of it except this moment right now. “Alright Ripley, give me a push. Your baby’s head is close to the opening. Seems this little girl is anxious to meet you both.”

“Come on baby. Push.” She grabs my hand and bears down. I watch my beautiful strong wife do something I would never in a million years be able to do. Wiping her forehead, I give her another ice chip while she breathes for a second.

“Alright. Another push Mrs. Monroe.” Got that was an arrow of love to the heart hearing him call her that.

“I’m right here baby. Right here. Let’s meet our little princess.” She takes a deep breath nodding her head and pushes with all of her might. I look between her legs and see the baby’s head. “Holy shit, Rip. I can see her head. She’s coming baby. She’s coming.”

Ripley bears down once more and suddenly I hear a plop and the baby is out. Mouth wide open, I stare while the doctor clears her nose and mouth and suddenly the room is filled with the most beautiful wail I have ever heard. “Oh my gosh, Cobi. We did it. We did it.” She cries, hugging me tight.

“No baby you did it.” They bring her over and put her in Ripley’s chest for a few minutes. I can’t take my eyes off her. She has a head full of dark hair much like mine. “Angel, she's beautiful.” I say crying, touching her little puffy cheeks.

The nurses take her from us and clean her up. I watch while they weigh her and put on her little hospital onesie before giving her back. “Congratulations. She weighs nine pounds and ten ounces.” No wonder Ripley was so miserable. She is a big girl.

I sit in the room with my wife and baby for about an hour before I go into the waiting room to let my family know they can come in. “She is here and beautiful.” My parents hug and cheer before walking back with me. “Mom and dad, Siddah, we would like for you to meet Arabella Monet Monroe.”

“Oh my word she is gorgeous.” My mom says. Ripley is holding the baby but offers her to my mother. Handing my father the stuff they brought, she takes the baby from Ripley and cries as she kisses her new granddaughter.

I sit on the side of Ripley’s bed, my arm wrapped around her back. She leans against me, exhausted and happy. “Thank you, angel, for loving me even when you didn’t want to. Thank you for our princess. She is perfect.” I kiss her sweaty forehead.

“Thank you, babe for not giving up even when you had every reason to. I love you and our baby is the luckiest little girl in the world.” She is right of course but the truth is, I am the luckiest man alive. At a young age I found my soulmate and went after my life like it was being ripped from me and that is something I will never regret for as long as I live. Both of my girls will be the center of life. Forever.

Epilogue

Jocobi

Five Years Later

“Ah shit, greedy girl. That’s right. Move that ass back and ride this prick. God, you feel so good, Angel.” Smack. I hit her plump ass and pull her ponytail harder, forcing her to move faster. There is nothing more erotic than fucking my wife from behind, looking at the dip in her back that developed from five pregnancies and my name tatted over it.

“Cobi, please.” She hiccups letting me know she is nearing the edge. I have been edging her for hours, fucking her pussy and her ass, bringing her to the brink and not letting her come. This is her punishment for wearing a short fucking dress to pick up Arabella from kindergarten knowing I wouldn’t be with her due to my appointment. She knows I lose my damn mind when I am not with her, but to know all those wagging fucking tongues was smelling her pregnant pussy, has made me a wolf.

“Shut the fuck up. You knew what you were doing, didn’t you? You wanted this. You wanted me balls deep in your pussy with a plug in your ass, making you my slutty bitch. Tell me.” I squeeze her neck slightly, only adding to her pleasure and my own when her pussy threatens to cut off all of my circulation.

“Yes. I wanted this. I love being your everything, Cobi. Please.” Jesus when she begs goosebumps break out on my skin. The truth is I have been holding mine at bay, waiting for this very moment. The moment when I can feel her shaking, her pulse gets so high, tears begin to stream down her face. I have been waiting for her pussy gush all over my cock from untapped orgasms.

Both hands on her shoulders, I pull her back and hold her on my cock, growling into her ear. “Remember you belong to me, baby. From your beautiful painted toes to your gorgeous head of hair. No one gets to smell you, touch you or have you. Do they?”

“No. No one. Only you, babe. Only you.”

“Such a good girl. I love you, wife. I live for you. Breath for you.”

“Yes. I love you too. I love you. I love you.” She’s falling, coming down from high, but stuck on the precipice and it is time for me to release her.”

“Good girl. Come my love. Come on my cock and baptize me.” Together we shout and yell, trembling against one another, each ripple causing another tiny one. I grip her waist and roll her on top of me. My hands run up and down her back, soothing her still trembling body. “Here baby. Drink this.” I grab the water bottle from the side table and put it to her lips. When we have sessions like this I have to make sure she is hydrated and warmed up. “How are you feeling?”

She looks up at me, drowsily smiling. “I’m okay. Just, drained.” she yawns that last part and I feel a bit uneasy. I went at her hard, but the possessiveness inside of me has only grown with each passing day. With each child she bears me, my need for her grows. My love for her expands and the animal in me becomes more ferocious. “What time is it?” she asks, her eyes closing.

“Time for me to go down and relieve Shasta. You rest baby. I will come back for you when dinner is done.” She nods slightly but her breathing begins to even out and I know she is drifting. Put on my clothes, I look back at her and walk back to the bed. Leaning over, I kiss her ripened belly and say hello to my son.

“Shasta, you are free to go.” I tell our nanny when I make it downstairs. “How were they today?”

“Little angels,” she says grabbing her purse. I see her out and then walk into the living room to find all five of them watching their favorite cartoon. I don’t disturb them yet. I just like to watch them. We had our first, Arabella, then the following year, we had Cobi, followed by Anais, and then twins Lana and Emma. Thank God the one in her belly is a boy. Cobi and I are outnumbered in women but surrounded by softness and love both of which I am going to teach my boys to cherish and protect in their mother and sisters.

Until then, I am going to enjoy the chaos and the nights of no sleep but most I am going to enjoy… “Daddy!” This.

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