Doctor Daddy

by Crowne, K. C.

  Truly beautiful.

  I sat up and pulled off his belt. My hands trembled as I removed his clothing. Once he was naked, he fell to the bed, lying beside me. Our hands explored one another’s bodies, as if we couldn’t believe the other person was real. I had a hard time believing that it wasn’t a dream. After weeks and weeks, it felt surreal to finally have Colin back in my bed again.

  “Please,” I begged, pulling on his arm, trying to get him on top of me. “Please, Colin. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  He didn’t need to tell me, but I could see it in his face; he’d wanted it just as long as I had. He pulled himself on top of me, hovering above me with his ripped body and six pack abs. Sweat dripped down his chest already. The soft, black hair on his chest wet with it, and we’d only just begun.

  Since I was pregnant already, there was no need to wear a condom. He’d be inside me, completely bare, for the first time. When he came, he’d come inside of me - fully.

  Reaching down, I took hold of his cock, positioning it against my opening. Colin gently lowered himself against me, not putting too much weight on my belly. It was clear he wouldn’t be able to lay on top of me fully, so he moved backward on his heels and lifted my pelvis up off the bed. The tip of his cock was resting against my opening, teasing it.

  He slipped inside of me, stretching me open as I cried out. My hands grabbed onto the blankets underneath me tightly as he thrust into me.

  The look on his handsome face was priceless. His eyes were clenched shut, and he just remained inside of me for a few seconds, savoring the feeling of our union. I used my Kegels and gave him a good squeeze, feeling him against the walls of my pussy. His entire body tensed up in that moment.

  “God, Hope. If you keep that up, I won’t last long at all,” he said.

  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said with a devious grin. I loved when he could continue fucking me for long periods of time. He could often make me come over and over again. But I was pregnant and tired, so even if it was a quickie, I knew I’d be content. After all, it wouldn’t be the last time we had sex. Not if I had anything to say about it.

  I clenched down, harder and harder, milking his cock as he rocked back and forth on his heels. His eyes were filled with fire, and he had a determined look on his face. He was determined not to come quickly, and I was determined to make him come fast - not because I wanted it to be over, but because I wanted to make him feel so amazing, that he lost control.

  “You’re so tight,” he groaned. “I’m going to lose it.”

  “Then do it, baby,” I said. “Come inside me. Don’t hold back anymore.”

  Colin paid no attention to my pleas. Gripping my thighs, he hoisted my ass up off the bed. “You’re going to come first,” he demanded.

  “What if we come together?” I said.

  He buried himself balls deep inside of me, and I cried out. His strokes were even and perfect, hitting all the right spots. I was close, so very close already. Him filling me with his cum would be the icing on the cake, and I needed it.

  I needed him to come with me.

  “I’m going to come, Colin. Come with me, please? Come inside me. I need it,” I begged.

  My back arched up off the bed as the first wave of pleasure hit me. I screamed, gripping the blankets and holding on for dear life as my body thrashed about underneath Colin. He held onto my hips, holding me in place, and buried himself deep inside of me one last time. He groaned loud and deep as he unloaded himself deep within me.

  “Yes, yes,” I cried out. It was everything I’d ever imagined it to me. His warmth filled me up, and I loved every moment of it.

  In that moment, I became his and his alone.

  I was the mother of his child.

  Colin collapsed beside me on the bed, and he pulled me close.

  “Well, that was fast,” he said, almost looking ashamed.

  “Yeah, but it was amazing,” I said. My thighs were still quivering from the aftershocks, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk the next day. “That’s the important thing, right?”

  “Of course,” he said, kissing my forehead. “As long as my girl is happy, I’m happy.”

  “I’m your girl, huh?” I asked. Hearing those words filled me with such warmth.

  “Only if you want to be,” he said, resting his head against mine and staring deep into my eyes.

  “Of course I do,” I said. “I’m already carrying your child, we might as well make it official, huh?”

  “That’s my thought too. Can’t get much more serious than this, can we?”

  I was on cloud nine. I buried my face into his chest, inhaled his musky, masculine scent, and honestly, I wasn’t sure I could be any happier.

  Hope

  A Couple Months Later

  I was growing larger by the day, and at six months, I was told to stay off my feet. At seven months, well, I was losing my mind. Being diabetic, I ran the risk of premature labor, so anything I could to mitigate those odds, I did it. Still, I wasn’t used to sitting at home all day. Colin had me move into his palace, since it was bigger and so he could keep a closer eye on me, but he worked so damn much. Anna was with me in the evenings that Colin had to be at the hospital, but I had to admit, it got pretty damn lonely at Colin’s place.

  I missed traveling, but there was no way I’d travel in my condition. My editor knew I was taking time off, and it was all good. I could return to writing as soon as the babies were born. I might not write travel articles, but there was bound to be something else I could write about. I’d figure it out, surely.

  But for the time being, I was out of work and confined to my bed most of the day. After running out of shows to watch on Netflix, I’d usually hop online and see what was going on in the world.

  Let’s just say, not a lot happened from day to day. Not enough to keep oneself entertained if you’re used to traveling the world.

  One day, I just had too much energy to continue lying down, and the doctor had said I could move around and get some gentle exercise nothing hardcore. I was, after all, still going strong. No problems yet. I was lucky. So I decided that it was about time to go through some of the boxes stacked in the living room. Most of it was mine from when I moved in, but some were Colin’s from when he bought the place. He’d never had a chance to finish unpacking apparently. I figured I’d do what I could, mostly from sitting in a chair. At least it would keep me busy for a few hours, and I was nesting so it would make me feel better. Besides, we needed to make room for the baby stuff that was coming in day by day, so I was being productive too.

  I hobbled into the living room and plopped down on a chair, opening the box nearest me. I sighed as I realized it was one of Colin’s. All office stuff, of course. It wasn’t a heavy box, so I pulled myself back to standing and carried the box into Colin’s office. I sat it down on his desk, but something caught my eye.

  It was his checkbook.

  Normally, I didn’t care much about his finances, he seemed pretty responsible and handled things well, but the carbon copy of his latest check was written out to none other than Whitney Gilmore for $2600.

  Of course, my curiosity got the best of me, so I picked up the checkbook and flipped through it. Pretty much every check from it was written out to her. For the same amount. And paid to her at the beginning of the month.

  My heart skipped a beat as I thought about why he was writing her checks. There was nothing in the memo line, nothing that would tell me what the money was for. Just one check after another written to his ex.

  His pregnant ex, as I recalled.

  No, don’t be silly, Hope, I told myself. He already told you the baby isn’t his.

  Then why is he writing her checks monthly, for such a large amount? I couldn’t think of any logical reason, and my pregnancy hormones got the best of me.

  Colin was at work, and I knew not to message him unless there was an emergency. Was this an emergency, I wondered? No, crisis maybe, but not an emerge
ncy. I didn’t want to bother him at work, so I checked the time. It was approaching five pm. He’d be home soon.

  I planted myself in the living room, with my feet propped up. My insides were twisting and turning, and I couldn’t help but sob my eyes out. It was ridiculous, but I was freaking out. First thing I did was text Anna.

  He’s paying his ex $2600 a month. Why would he be paying her that amount of money monthly?

  Her reply came quickly.

  Calm down, Hope. I’m sure it’s another misunderstanding. You know his ex is crazy and manipulative. Just wait until he gets home and ask him about it.

  She was right, his ex did sound pretty crazy and manipulative, but that was the story he’d told me. What if that wasn’t true at all? No, no, stop it, Hope. You know Colin by now. He’s a good man. He wants to be a father. Why would he abandon one child and insist on raising two others? There were so many questions without answers.

  I did a quick Facebook search and found Whitney’s profile. The same one that she’d posted about him being the father in the beginning. When I clicked on it, I had to scroll really far back, and there was a photo of her with a brand-new baby bed and some other furniture. In the comments, someone asked her where it all came from.

  “Colin bought it for me, of course,” she’d said. “He’s helping to support the baby.”

  My heart sank. Why would he support a child that wasn’t his? And why would he keep it all from me?

  By the time Colin came home, I was a complete mess. I was sobbing my eyes out on the couch, my face buried in a pillow.

  “Hope? What’s wrong?” Colin asked, rushing to my side and dropping to his knees. “Are you okay? Do we need to get you to the hospital?”

  “No,” I cried. “I’m not okay, but I don’t need to get to the hospital. I need answers, Colin.”

  “Okay,” he said slowly. “What kind of answers?”

  “Tell me the truth, is Whitney having your baby?”

  Colin snorted, almost like he couldn’t contain the laughter, which pissed me off even more. I glared at him. “It’s not funny. I found your checkbook and all the checks you’ve written her the last few months,” I said. “Why else would you continue giving her money if she wasn’t having your baby?”

  “Hope, seriously, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stroking my face.

  A sharp pain in my abdomen caused me to cry out, and Colin looked at me with concern. Another one hit me, hard, and Colin reached for me.

  I slapped his hand away, not feeling like myself at all. My insides began to scream in pain, and panic set in pretty fast.

  “Colin, something is wrong,” I said.

  “I’m calling an ambulance now,” he said, reaching for his phone.

  I screamed as pain ripped through my body. Nothing had ever hurt as much as that did, and I felt like I was dying.

  “It’s too early,” I cried out. “No, no, no, it’s too early.”

  “It’s okay, we’re going to get you to the hospital, and it’ll be fine, Hope,” Colin said.

  I wanted to believe him that everything would be okay, but as my insides were being ripped apart, it was hard to imagine it.

  A warm, wetness spread underneath me, drenching the couch. At first, I thought I’d peed myself, but Colin said softly, “Your water just broke.”

  “So this is it?” I said. “The babies are coming?”

  “I’m afraid so,” Colin said, stroking my face. “But you’re fine. You’re past the seven-month mark, and you’ve got me here. We can do this. The babies are going to be fine.”

  All this time, I’d been told that having twins while diabetic might bring about premature labor, but I didn’t really expect it.

  “I’m going to call Dr. Luna,” Colin. “I’m going to tell her we’re on the way to the hospital.”

  At that point, I was no longer paying attention to him. All I could focus on was the pain. I wasn’t a religious person, but I found myself praying for my babies. My little girls. Dr. Luna had told me a couple months before that I was twin girls. It hadn’t felt real until that moment, but I found myself praying for my daughters to survive.

  I loved them fiercely and I needed them to be ok.

  Colin pulled off my sweatpants, and I didn’t fight him. They were soaking wet from my water breaking. He stared between my thighs, his face white as a ghost.

  “We don’t have time to get you to the hospital, Hope,” he said.

  “What do you mean?” I cried out.

  “One of the babies is coming now. She’s crowning already,” he said. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this. I’ll deliver them myself.”

  “Oh God, Colin, are they going to be ok?” I wept. “You’re in good hands, Hope. Just trust me,” Colin said.

  In the distance, I heard sirens. Maybe the EMTs would get there in time, but what would they do that Colin couldn’t? Unless they could get me to the hospital before I actually gave birth, but that wasn’t likely.

  I pushed with everything I had in me, unable to fight it even if I’d wanted to. My body was telling me what I had to do, forcing me to do it. My baby girls wanted to make their appearance into the world.

  “You’re doing great,” Colin said.

  His voice was always so calm. He was in the zone, and it was clear he felt confident in what he was doing. Still, there was something behind those eyes - a hint of nervousness, perhaps? Maybe because they were his children and not someone else’s.

  “Just one more push, sweetie, and we’re there. I see our little girl,” he said.

  I didn’t even notice that the EMTs had entered, coming in all on their own. Colin explained, calmly, who he was, and that he had it under control. One of the EMTs, a woman, knelt down beside me and wiped my forehead. Another helped Colin down below.

  One more blood curdling scream, and I felt my body give way. My baby slipped out of me and into the arms of her father. The silence was deafening.

  “Why isn’t she crying?” I called out.

  The EMT beside me looked on, but spoke to me in soft, soothing tone.

  It felt like an eternity had passed, but then I heard it. A muffled whimper than turned into a cry. My baby was crying, that meant she was alive. She was breathing.

  Before I could ask to see her, an intense pressure filled my belly.

  “Colin!” I called loudly.

  He handed the baby to the EMT who cleaned and wrapped her and looked again between my legs. “Looks like this one doesn’t want her sister to have much of a head start,” he said. “Take a deep breath and push Hope,” he directed.

  I did as I was told, and in a matter of two minutes, our second daughter came wailing into the world.

  I was in shock as the EMT’s loaded me into the ambulance. All I kept asking was, “Where are my babies? How are they?”

  Colin managed to push his way up to me, our baby girls in his arms. They were so tiny, but they were alive. Their skin was pink and they both had heads of dark hair like their father. Colin leaned down and kissed me, whispering, “They’re going to take you all to the hospital, sweetie, but they’re fine. They’re great, actually, considering being born premature. They’re going to be okay.”

  Those were the last words before my world went black, and I fell into a deep, dark sleep out of sheer exhaustion and blood loss.

  Ooo000ooo

  It took me a second to remember what had happened and where I was at. The room was stark white, and there was so much beeping around me. The lights nearly blinded me when I opened my eyes.

  Then it hit me. I was in the hospital. I’d given birth to my twins, in Colin’s living room. He’d delivered our little girls himself.

  I tried to sit up in the bed, but Colin was nearby to stop me.

  “Whoa there, you need to take it easy,” he said.

  “Where are the babies?” I said. “Are they alright?”

  Colin stroked my cheek and said, “Our girls is fine. They’re currently in the NICU, but only because
they’re small and premature. Otherwise, they’re healthy.”

  Tears stung at my eyes as I relaxed back into the hospital bed.

  “This is my fault,” I said. “I did this to them.”

  “What? No, there’s no way this is your fault, sweetie,” Colin said.

  “I shouldn’t have been up moving things around,” I said, wiping my tears away. “And then I got upset. I’m sure that’s what did it.”

  “No, not at all, Hope,” he said. “You’re a diabetic, it’s normal for babies to be born premature. It happens a lot, and there’s nothing you could have done differently. Besides, they’re going to be fine.”

  I wanted so badly to believe him, but until I saw them with my own eyes, I had a hard time knowing if it was true.

  “When can I see them?”

  “I’ll page a nurse and see if we can go visit them now,” he said. “As long as you’re feeling up to it?”

  “Of course. I have to see them, Colin. I need to be with them,” I said. My cheeks were wet with tears, and Colin wiped them away with his fingers.

  “Alright. Just give me a minute,” he said.

  Colin stepped out of the room but was back a second later with a wheelchair and a smile. “The perks of working at the hospital,” he said with a playful wink. “Come on, let’s go see our baby girls.”

  Colin helped me into the wheelchair, and he pushed me down the hall, and into an elevator. My little girls weren’t even on the same floor as me, and for some reason, that made my heart hurt. I wanted them close to me, not several floors away.

  When the elevator doors opened, he pushed me down a hallway and pressed a button that required permission to access. It opened for him. Then we entered the room and were surrounded by babies.

  He wheeled me over to one of the incubators, and inside were the tiniest, most beautiful little girls. They were side by side and wrapped in blankets, and there were pink hats on top of their heads. The name plate said, “Baby Camden One and Baby Camden 2.”

  “They’re beautiful,” I said, my tears of anxiety turning into ones of joy upon seeing then for the first time.