By Vonnie (firstname.lastname@example.org)
& Chris (email@example.com)
Alex walks into the nursery, looking around at the finished room, with the dressing table, the crib, and the rocking chair with the lamp beside it, all just waiting for the small bundle. Her eyes wander back to the crib, outfitted in soft shades of yellow, green, blues and pinks. She lays one hand on her bulging belly and raises the other to lightly send a set of wind chimes, hanging by the window, to tinkling, the sunshine coming in the window, catching the movement, sending brilliant pieces of colored light bouncing around the room.
“Do you like it?” she whispers to the tiny person who is resting snug and secure within her body.
She hears footsteps coming up the stairs, and the baby begins his gymnastics in her stomach. As always when Walker is nearby, the baby seems, for some obscure reason (maybe a Cherokee connection?), to be excited by his presence. The baby is moving and gushing with cheerful energy, Alex winces as it turns and kicks heartily.
Walker is pulled into the room by the sound of the chimes, sees Alex and moves up behind her. He pulls her hair to the side and kisses her softly on the back of the neck then slides his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him. She turns her head for his kiss as his hands drop down to wrap around the bulge of her abdomen. When the baby stirs and kicks against the pressure of his hand, he begins to softly rub her belly, and the baby gradually ceases his kicks and pushes. As he feels the baby’s action quiet Walker’s face relaxes into a rare, shining smile that transforms him, washing away the worry and pain that has marked his day, bringing out a seldom seen boyish look.
“He sure is getting anxious, isn’t he?” Turning her around in his arms, he kisses her with more passion. “How’re you doing? You getting any rest?” He nuzzles her neck with soft kisses then moving down he slides his tongue into her cleavage.
“To much, I’m bored.” Alex moans, throws her head back, wanting more.
“Maybe we can fix that … a little.” He slides his hands up under her maternity smock, rubbing his hands softly over her belly before moving up to slide his fingers under the edge of her bra. Feeling her swollen breasts, he caresses them gently before moving around to her back to free them. He lifts the smock over her head and slides the bra straps off her shoulders. His eyes take in the very pregnant woman in his arms, “God, you’re beautiful,” he says in a husky voice.
Desire sweeping through her, she murmurs, “for an elephant,” before Walker covers her mouth with his, probing deep with his tongue. Gasps push their way up from deep inside her to find release against his lips. She slides her hand down between them and touches his manhood, as it strains against his jeans. She fumbles at the button, then the zipper. Taking him into her hand, he groans, then presses himself against her hand, as she softly caresses the length of him. “Cordell,” a raspy voice full of desire, “please.”
He bends over and scoops her up into his arms, carrying her quickly to their bedroom. He yanks the blankets back and lays her gently down on the bed. He finishes undressing her, then discards his clothes on the floor with hers. Stretching out beside her, his hands and lips begin moving over her body, touching, teasing, and nibbling.
Her body feels like every nerve is stretched to its limit. When his hand slides down over her belly to cup her, she feels his fingers slide inside her and her hips, of their own accord, move with him, as he pushes them deep, she groans, twists her body with the pleasure that’s building rapidly. She vaguely feels him shift, the lifting of her hips, then he’s plunging his tongue into the center of her heat. She screams, drives her hips up as sensation rams into sensation. Her body tightens and he moves up to kiss her then holds her tight, letting her come down in his arms.
As he holds her in his arms, he feels her hands moving down to take him, stroking him, caressing him, “Alex …” he murmurs. She pushes him back onto the bed and maneuvers herself down his length, letting her hands brush softly over his chest, bringing his nipples to erection, then farther down to tangle in the hair surrounding his manhood. She gently squeezes the soft sac as she kisses him before taking him into her mouth, bringing deep growls up from his soul. He reaches down, tangling his fingers in her hair, trying to pull her away before he spills his seed. He is so close to losing it all when she suddenly sits up and straddles him, “Alex, are you suppose to …?”
“It’s all right,” she gasps as she slides down on him, slowly, “this way … my way” and begins rocking gently. He keeps his hands on her hips, letting her set the pace. He feels the roar of pleasure climbing higher as she continues to move over him, her pace steadily increasing. She feels his fingers link with hers, holding tight, as she rides to the top of the crest with him. His name tumbles from her lips as he rushes to the peak with her.
Breathing heavily, she moves off of him and lies down beside him, as he wraps his arms around her, holding as tight as he can with her huge belly between them.
Fully sated and content with life, they languish in the afterglow of their love. “Alex, are you sure about…?”
“Yes, honey, I’ve still got about six weeks to go. But this is may be the last for quite a while. I wanted this at least one more time before the doctor puts a stop to it.” She brushes her hands through the soft hair on his chest, “Six weeks after the baby comes will be an awfully long time.” Begins kissing his chest, then stretches up to place a kiss on his lips.
“I know. That will be a long time not to able to touch you. But the time will go fast with the baby and all.” ‘I hope.’
She sits up, “I need to go fix dinner.” She smiles at him and grabs his hand, “Come on, hon, help me get up. I feel like a beached whale.” Walker takes her hand and helps her up.
“A very beautiful beached whale, though.” He helps her dress, than slides his jeans on, and they go downstairs to start fixing supper.
Two days later when Alex sees the Doctor, he indeed tells her, “No more sexual intercourse until further notice.” He hears a small groan from Alex, smiles and says, “Now, Alex, you’re getting pretty close and we don’t want any problems now, do we?” He gets a small “No” from her and pats her on the shoulder, then tells the nurse to help Alex get dressed, “Alex, you’ve dropped down now so in reality you could come at any time, so be prepared. I want to see you back in here next week, if I don’t see you before, okay?”
Alex is helped to sit up, then looking at the Doctor, “But I thought I still had six weeks to go.”
The doctor turns to face her, “I don’t know where you got your figures, young lady, but you are at the final stage. If you’re lucky you might make three weeks.”
Thinking about the love she had shared with her husband just two days ago. “Ahh … Dr. Keats, my husband and I made … ahh …”
He looks down his long nose at her, and with a grumpy look on his face, says “Hmmm … I see. Well, I didn’t see any problems but lets put that on hold for now, okay.”
Alex’s face turns a light shade of pink, and she mumbles, “Yes, sir.” The doctor turns away, to hide a smile and leaves the room.
Six days later, Alex is lying in the hospital bed, her blonde hair tousled on the pillow and her face drawn up in pain.
Walker leans closer and takes her hand. She squeezes so tightly that his fingers ache. He watches as her face scrunches up with pain and sweat glistens on her forehead. He wrings out a cloth in a basin of cold water and places it on her forehead.
“Has the pain gone away?”
“For a few minutes. Oh, Walker, this is awful. Worse than anything I’ve ever gone through before. I don’t think I can stand another one.”
“You could always ask for the epidural.”
“No! I want it natural and ... natural it’ll be.”
Her face twists with the pain of yet another contraction and she arches in agony, then rolls up and whimpers in the pillow, grabbing for his hand again.
“Alex Walker,” he whispers, bending over to draw her hair away from her face. “You’re the most beautiful woman on earth and I love you!”
She groans and rolls her head from side to side on the pillow, and he becomes still, feeling helpless and worried. He holds her hand and wipes the sweat from her face and kisses her forehead, letting her feel his love, letting her know that he’s there.
Endless hours later, as he is holding her hand through one of her resting spells, her water breaks, and then everything begins moving at a faster pace. The doctor comes into the room, checks Alex and the room is readied for the delivery of their baby.
Now the pushing begins in earnest. Each contraction that racks her body has Walker and Alex working together to bring this baby into the world. Walker talking her through each one as it bears down on her. Alex straining to expel the baby from her body.
When the baby finally slides out, Alex falls back into Walker’s arms exhausted. Smiles light up their faces as the doctor lays the baby on Alex’s stomach to cut the cord. Walker holds her up to see their baby, her labor of love, a healthy boy.
The baby lies there scowling, his face screwed up in intensity, and then yowling. He has a lot of thick red hair, still streaked with dampness and while they watch, the infant yawns, lifts a wrinkled hand, palm out, and holds it against his cheek, then sneezes.
At the sound of the tiny sneeze, Walker’s heart melts and he leans his head against Alex, “You did a great job, sweetheart,” he says huskily, kissing her again. “You made a beautiful baby.”
“We made a beautiful baby, darling,” she murmurs, eyes full of tears as she stares at the small piece of humanity that they just brought into this world. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Mr. Walker, if you’ll leave for a few minutes, maybe make a few phone calls, we’ll get your wife and son cleaned up then you can come back and stay with them for awhile longer.”
Walker leans over and kisses Alex softly, “I love you, very much. I’ll … call your Dad, and Jimmy and C.D., and I’ll be right back. I love you.” Presses her head to his chest, squeezes her hand, another kiss and he backs toward the door not wanting to take his eyes away from her.