Josie
“I swear to God, if you ever come near me again with that monster cock of yours, I’ll cut off your balls and shove them down your throat,” I growled as I stared at Ty with narrowed eyes. He looked both amused and terrified as his hand cupped his balls.
I bore down on his hand, probably squeezing the life out of it, but fuck if this wasn’t the worst pain I’d ever felt in my entire life. I’d asked for drugs at least three times and the nurse just smiled patiently and told me there wasn’t time. Fuck that! She’d better make time. I was not having this baby without some serious meds. It wasn’t my fault I’d gone from my contractions being six minutes apart to three minutes apart within the span of an hour.
Sweat soaked the hospital gown I was wearing as the doctor checked me once more. My pussy had seen more action tonight than it had in weeks. If baby Grant didn’t make his appearance soon, I was going to tell them to cut me open and pull him out. How did women do this shit? Another spike of pain hit me as a contraction gripped my stomach and wrapped around my back. I ground my teeth together to keep from screaming.
“Well, I have good news, Josie,” the doctor said. “It’s time to push.”
Halle-freakin-lujah.
“Now, after the next contraction comes, I want you to push as hard as you can.”
Not a problem. I’d push the kid out so hard they’d need a quarterback to catch him. Did quarterbacks do the catching? Fuck.
I pushed as hard as I could when the time came, and poor Ty’s fingers turned purple. He winced but didn’t utter a word of complaint. I had to hand it to him; I’d been a super bitch since the contractions started and he’d taken it in stride, murmuring words of comfort to me, even when I snapped back and threatened his manhood.
“You’re doing great, wildcat. Almost there.” He smoothed my hair back with his free hand.
I panted between pushes and glared at him. “I hate you right now. You know that, right?”
“No, you don’t. You love me, and as soon as Grant is snuggled in your arms, you’ll remember that.”
“One more big push,” the doctor said.
I bore down so hard I forgot to breathe and was rewarded with the sweet sound of my baby boy crying. Tears filled my eyes as I watched the nurse clean him up. When she settled him in my arms, the hours of pain and discomfort faded away.
“He’s perfect, isn’t he?” I said in awe as I counted his fingers and toes.
“You expected any less? I mean, look at his parents. We’re pretty spectacular.”
I smiled at him. “I’m sorry I threatened to neuter you.”
“Yeah, well, you’re still not allowed near any sharp objects anytime soon.”
“Do you want to hold him?” I asked.
He looked scared but held out his arms. I placed Grant in Ty’s arms and watched as he cradled our son against his massive chest. I’d never seen a more touching scene and tears sprang to my eyes. Ty was demanding in the bedroom, but I’d quickly discovered that when it came to me -- and now our son -- he was a big softie. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for us, and it made me love him even more.
“I love you, Ty. You know that, right?”
He leaned down and kissed me softly. “Love you too, wildcat. Deflowering the reverend’s daughter was the best thing I ever did. It landed me you and created this handsome little devil.”
I’d decided against breastfeeding, so the nurse handed Ty a bottle. I felt a twinge of envy that I did all the work, and he got the first feeding, but after I nearly broke his hand, I figured he’d earned it. As I watched father and son, my eyes slowly drifted closed, a smile on my face. I had more happiness and love in my heart than I’d ever thought possible. Who’d have guessed that the sexy, bad boy cop would turn out to be the man of my dreams?